Swanky Frank’s

We kept our boat moored at a marina in Norwalk, Connecticut. Seems like every weekend of summer growing up we were on that boat. We’d come back wonderfully sun-burned, tired from swimming, and hungry through and through. Sometimes mom and dad would stop at Swanky Franks in Norwalk. I can’t remember if it was a bus or a shack or what, but it was old and it was all about dogs on buns and no pretense. I avoid that road in Norwalk because I don’t want to find out it isn’t there anymore.

Submitted by Sandy

Don’t avoid the road, Sandy, Swanky Frank’s is still there

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