My Dinner Was Chosen On Facebook
I was musing on Facebook about my dinner prospects tonight. With no company I’d whittled my choices to one: Subway. Then I heard from Bob Leonard on Facebook.
The Franklin Ave. Grinder Shop, which I’m sure is still there, is a must!
Never heard of it! I seemed to be alone. Everyone else has.
Franklin is around 10 minutes from the TV station in a neighborhood often considered iffy after dark. Directly behind the grinder shop are small frame tenements with clothes hanging on the line.
I walked inside and got in line. The man behind me wondered why I was in Hartford. Not everyone knows yet.
When I go to Subway I order a footlong. That wasn’t going to be the case here. A large grinder was nearly $20. I had a half.
A woman in line recommended a mixed Italian grinder which came with lettuce, tomato and peppers. Yum! The half was about all I could handle.
Every city has places like Franklin Giant Grinders. The secret is finding out they exist.