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Kevin Varricchio

My siblings and I had the good fortune to grow up with an Italian Father who would take a 79 cent  (at that time)  per pound steak and  create at mouth watering and fall apart on your fork treat to remember. and remember it we would.

Sadly when he passed, I thought that experience was never to be repeated. Enter Frank,

My first experience at Franks, was not only a reminder of how good I had it growing up , but in the several visit’s that followed, I quickly learned that Frank took what my Dad did and brought it too a whole new level. Eating at Franks has been educational, sensational at times, hell, I’ll even eat and like most dishes that I do not like, several of which I would never have tried when I was a child! Nuff said, sorry Dad.