Hotness got the best of us on Sunday night, so I packed up the kids and headed to the movies. From being in the sun all day (I’m feeling a little Colonel Saunders Original Recipe) I was in need of a beer with my flick, so we headed off to the New Hope Cinema Grill. The doctor ordered a big pint of Surly Ale, some crispy waffle fries with seasoned sour cream, and a gnarly surfing penguins movie.
Driving home refreshed and chatting about the possibility of finding surf lessons in town, all of a sudden my son blurts out “Oh my god, there’s Uncle Franky’s!”
Being huge fans of the Scooby-Doo enhanced Uncle Franky’s of Nordeast, we were shocked to see the sign in Plymouth of all places. But joy, there it is! Right off of Hwy 55 and 169, across from a Rainbow Foods, right next to a Caribou! Hail hail, the suburbs have become a bit more liveable!
It was closed last night, but we are already plotting our lunch today: I’m in for the Polish Maxwell (with kraut, danke schon), Jake is all about the classic Uncle Franky Dog with a strawberry shake, and Matt’s thinking about the Motown Chili burger (no beans).
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