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/

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!