Recently it was suggested to me that Franktuary begin offering a frankfurter with pulled pork on top of it. Maybe some pickles too.

Anyone out there have thoughts about this concept? I’d like to hear ‘em!

July is almost over, and we at Franktuary thank everyone who made National Hot Dog Month successful here in downtown Pittsburgh. That would be you, customers! Keep buying those Locavores, and we’ll continue with our effort to “redeem fast food one frank at a time.”

National Hot Dog Month. Celebrate at Franktuary. Try the new Locavore.

The other day I rode the 61B out of downtown. One of my fellow passengers was, in fact, a bee.

It’s funny how such a small creature can create such a ruckus. Pandemonium in the back of the bus is what happened. I’ve never seen so many people anxious to give up their seat on a crowded public transportation vessel.

The introduction of the Locavore and bees on the bus. Two of the many reasons summer in Pittsburgh is special!

Off from work? Celebrating the 4th on the early side? Kick off your weekend with lunch at Franktuary. NOTHING you do today could be more American. And by NOTHING I mean NOTHING.

So, make your forefathers proud. Make Barack, W, and even Nancy Pelosi smile. Come downtown and try a Locavore. It’s ORGANIC, LOCAL, GRASS-FED GOODNESS.

Oh, and for your inconvenience, Franktuary will be closed on Monday July 6.

Debuting tomorrow, the Locavore is an organic, nitrate-free, grass-finished, locally-raised, fifth-of-a-pound frankfurter. Simply said, it’s one sensational sausage!

During the month of July the Locavore can be purchased for a special introductory price of only $4.25. Supplies are limited in the early-going, so visit sooner than later and be among the first folks in Pittsburgh to experience this very special tubesteak!

Unfamiliar with the benefits of organic grass-finished beef? Check out this link:

http://www.marksdailyapple.com/concentrated-animal-feeding-operations/

Franktuary has been voted Pittsburgh’s “Best Downtown Lunch Spot” for the second consecutive year. Now Franktuary is the proud owner of two shiny, decorative plates. When your staff looks as good as this, the sky’s the limit!

Recently, Franktuary has been made aware of a product called “Snuggles.” This self-proclaimed “ultimate fun roll” is intriguing. Read more about it here and then share your thoughts.

How much fun can a Snuggle provide? Would you be more excited about Franktuary if you knew there’d be a Snuggle with every visit? Is this just a silly marketing ploy from a bakery looking to make an extra buck, or the start of a full-blown sausage revolution? Is Snuggles the bear, champion of fabric softener, considering a trademark lawsuit? Is said bear directly related to Teddy Ruxbin? I want answers, people.

Not long ago I visited a fabulous little hot dog place in Brooklyn called Willie’s Dawgs. Why? Because they serve a grass-fed frankfurter, something Franktuary would like to incorporate into its own menu.

So there I was in New York City. Can you guess what the topic of conversation was at the table next to me? A place in Pittsburgh called Franktuary. For the record, the people next to me were strangers, though that’s not the case anymore!

When you grow up in and around northern New Jersey, as I did, there are a handful of cultural elements forever branded into your persona. For example, if you’re from the area you probably perceive a frankfurter to be more delicious than disgusting. After all, the grilled franks of Manhattan and deep-fried dogs of New Jersey really are better. But you’ve been to Franktuary. You know this fact well.

Something you most likely don’t know of is a now defunct theme park branded as Action Park. Like the simple enjoyment of a quality tubesteak, memories of Action Park is a bond we young adults from the New York area share. If you have no idea what I’m talking about do yourself a favor and check out this informative Wikipedia entry.

Just today I was sitting around a campfire in northwest Jersey and the subject of Action Park came up. I had never before met about two-thirds of the group of 12 or so with whom I was spending the day. All of these people grew up in either Queens, Brooklyn, the Garden State, or Connecticut. Everyone had an Action Park story.

In a rare demonstration of vigilance my good buddy was rescued by an Action Park lifeguard at the age of four. Of course, had he not been allowed to use the ride for which he was clearly under the height minimum in the first place a rescue would never have needed to commence. More spectacularly, today I learned of a girl whose braces somehow got caught on a ride causing her to lose all of her teeth.

I myself only had the chance to visit Action Park once in my life. To this day I can’t decide whether that was fortunate or unfortunate. And you, dear Pittsburgher, thought Kennywood was one of a kind. Ahh, memories!

A new in-store-one-sitting record has been set for frankfurters consumed at Franktuary. Today Justin ate an entire Colossus –that’s eight hot dogs featuring every condiment we offer, four servings of potato chips, and a platter full of spinach– entirely on his own. Justin, if you’re still alive, congratulations and happy birthday!

In other news, Barackwurst 14, Hillbasa 12.