Weis Markets went and ripped down the former Franklin's Family Restaurant in Dallas.
I did a tour there in 1983. Being that the ownership of Franklin's lived up on the hill a ways, and being that most of the employees were tributes, I went over like a DEA agent in a stash house. Blunt, crude, theatrical and driven by company policy---no exceptions.
I'll never forget sitting in the "Blue Room," both Wifey and I enjoying our dinner when then-toddler Peace decided to stick her fork in an electrical socket.
Once upon a time, Franklin's ruled: "Quality food, quality service in a clean environment."
The big boxes rule over commerce now.
Enjoy your microwaved pig slop.
Buh-bye
I did a tour there in 1983. Being that the ownership of Franklin's lived up on the hill a ways, and being that most of the employees were tributes, I went over like a DEA agent in a stash house. Blunt, crude, theatrical and driven by company policy---no exceptions.
I'll never forget sitting in the "Blue Room," both Wifey and I enjoying our dinner when then-toddler Peace decided to stick her fork in an electrical socket.
Once upon a time, Franklin's ruled: "Quality food, quality service in a clean environment."
The big boxes rule over commerce now.
Enjoy your microwaved pig slop.
Buh-bye
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