152.5 miles: Fran’s is one of those local joints tourists miss–unless you have a hankerin for a burger in one of three sizes, called out from counter-to-grill in some arcane code lost to us carnivores. Oh, and don’t bring your American Express, or Visa or Discover for that matter. They only take dead presidents at Fran’s.
Zuzu likes those fries!
[Photo by Stella]