Gwen & Franny's Fried Chicken Soul Food & Bar-B-Q . . . yeppers, that's the whole name of a little lunch joint that Momma Sharon went to on Friday. She and Aunt Becky always seek out the local spots when it's time to eat. Since my Camper Mom was flying solo on this trip, she wasn't about to change the routine.
She dropped the address in Jill the GPS and was on her way. Located right on Highway 17 just a hop, skip, and jump from the campground, she and Splish pulled into the parking lot looking for a foodie adventure. There were lots of cars, even at 1:30 . . . a very good sign.
The minute that Mom stepped inside she saw that practically every table was occupied and not only was she the only woman in there, she was the only paleface . . . LOL! The menu was full of yummy-sounding food and the smell was divine. Hmmm, what would she order? Well it ended up being chicken tenders, fries, and a sweet tea. It took a while for her plate to arrive and that's because everything was cooked to order . . . no heat lamps hanging over chicken here!
I wish you could have seen the look on my Camper Mom's face when she bit into that first tender! I believe she thought she had died and gone to chicken heaven. She gave the ladies in the kitchen a big thumbs-up.
By the time she finished licking her fingers, the whole place had cleared out and she was able to snap another photo without bothering all the folks there earlier. If there is another Frolic in our future, you better believe there will be a return trip to Gwen & Franny's.
Thanks for stopping by for my Story today and I promise to write another for you to read tomorrow. Until then, always remember . . .
"Peace, Love, & Eating Local
At Gwen & Franny's"