when i was younger the only time we ever went to frank's tavern was during wheat harvest while working at the grain elevator, wheat harvest was when the farmers would combine there field or fields of wheat and bring it to the elevator for sale or to sell at a later date. at that time we were to young for beer but old enough for frank's pork tenderloin sandwiches with horse-radish and lordy they were good.(wheat harvest occurred once a year usually around or before july 4th) the sandwich alone was good enough but the horse-radish was tremendous the way it cleared your sinus's and accentuated the already great taste of the meat. as we got older frank's became more to us than a place for a good sandwich, there was always ample room,and they always had beer even if it was 3.2%, at least until we were 21 years old.
one saturday afternoon in 1968 or possibly 1969 my friends and i dropped by frank's tavern for a few beers and to enjoy several games of pool and play some pin-ball as usual frank's wasn't very busy. suddenly a limousine pulled in and parked at frank's(frank's always had plenty of parking space between the tavern and zion road which was directly in front of the tavern and parking in the rear of the saloon) it was probably a good thing because a limo would have stuck out on zion road it ran by directly in front of frank's tavern and everyone in the country would be wondering "what in the hell is a limo doing at frank's"? it seems that the beetles chauffeur had missed his turn while getting gas then while attempting to get back on I-70 ringo wanted to see some of the sights of central ohio, and the beatles ended up at frank's tavern located in thornport,ohio, near buckeye lake.
shortly before going to frank's my friends and i had enjoyed some of what perry county had to offer and i must say we were all on the verge of a hallucinatory experience and with john,paul, george and ringo at franks we may have been there.
when the beatles entered frank's there were five including the chauffeur and they took a table and ordered Pabst blue ribbon beer after asking ernie my friend what a good domestic beer might be, ernie didn't know exactly what domestic meant but he suggested Pabst blue ribbon, my friends and i introduced ourselves and to my surprise they didn't seem overly annoyed by some of our questions in fact they were asking the majority of the questions primarily about central ohio and buckeye lake, after several beers george insisted on going fishing but was reminded of there flight to a concert later in the day he seemed to forget about the fishing when i recommended the pork loin sandwich with horse-radish. he really enjoyed the sandwich and especially liked the horse-radish, he didn't seem to mind the clear sinus's or the steam escaping from his mouth. after he had finished he recommended the sandwich with horse-radish to everyone else setting around the table at frank's.
after the beers and sandwich and not fishing george had to use the rest-room which under normal circumstances is nothing to write home about but going to the rest-room at frank's was always a nasty chore and after eating horse-radish on your pork tenderloin sandwich and your sinus's were clear as they possibly could be frank's rest-room was the foulest smelling, dirtiest in need of demolition, crime against humanity, but if you've got to go? i suggested he go outside he reminded me of the paparazzi and i reminded him he was at Frank's where whizzing into the canal was a tradition.
soon after returning the remainder of the group were finishing their pork tenderloin sandwiches with horse-radish which they all enjoyed except john and he promised to write a song about it(revolution #9?9 just happened to be the number of times he dry heaved, i guess he didn't care for horse-radish on his pork tenderloin.
one saturday afternoon in 1968 or possibly 1969 my friends and i dropped by frank's tavern for a few beers and to enjoy several games of pool and play some pin-ball as usual frank's wasn't very busy. suddenly a limousine pulled in and parked at frank's(frank's always had plenty of parking space between the tavern and zion road which was directly in front of the tavern and parking in the rear of the saloon) it was probably a good thing because a limo would have stuck out on zion road it ran by directly in front of frank's tavern and everyone in the country would be wondering "what in the hell is a limo doing at frank's"? it seems that the beetles chauffeur had missed his turn while getting gas then while attempting to get back on I-70 ringo wanted to see some of the sights of central ohio, and the beatles ended up at frank's tavern located in thornport,ohio, near buckeye lake.
shortly before going to frank's my friends and i had enjoyed some of what perry county had to offer and i must say we were all on the verge of a hallucinatory experience and with john,paul, george and ringo at franks we may have been there.
when the beatles entered frank's there were five including the chauffeur and they took a table and ordered Pabst blue ribbon beer after asking ernie my friend what a good domestic beer might be, ernie didn't know exactly what domestic meant but he suggested Pabst blue ribbon, my friends and i introduced ourselves and to my surprise they didn't seem overly annoyed by some of our questions in fact they were asking the majority of the questions primarily about central ohio and buckeye lake, after several beers george insisted on going fishing but was reminded of there flight to a concert later in the day he seemed to forget about the fishing when i recommended the pork loin sandwich with horse-radish. he really enjoyed the sandwich and especially liked the horse-radish, he didn't seem to mind the clear sinus's or the steam escaping from his mouth. after he had finished he recommended the sandwich with horse-radish to everyone else setting around the table at frank's.
after the beers and sandwich and not fishing george had to use the rest-room which under normal circumstances is nothing to write home about but going to the rest-room at frank's was always a nasty chore and after eating horse-radish on your pork tenderloin sandwich and your sinus's were clear as they possibly could be frank's rest-room was the foulest smelling, dirtiest in need of demolition, crime against humanity, but if you've got to go? i suggested he go outside he reminded me of the paparazzi and i reminded him he was at Frank's where whizzing into the canal was a tradition.
soon after returning the remainder of the group were finishing their pork tenderloin sandwiches with horse-radish which they all enjoyed except john and he promised to write a song about it(revolution #9?9 just happened to be the number of times he dry heaved, i guess he didn't care for horse-radish on his pork tenderloin.
