Missing Me Some Frank’s

Philly has been home to some great products and companies. One of those was Frank’s soda. The soda was produced about a mile and a half from my childhood home and was in another galaxy compared to other flavored soda in the market. Don’t know why they didn’t survive.

Their Orange and Black Cherry Wishniak were world class. Canada Dry, Stewart’s, Hank’s, Fanta aren’t even close. Nobody did it like Frank’s.

At 13, I worked at a local deli/butcher shop. The first thing I had to do every Saturday morning was clean out the refrigerator and restock the sodas. I hated the task. The drain at the bottom of the cooler was gross with thick, slimy substances clinging to the drain screen. And the stocking of soda felt like days with all the varieties of Frank’s sodas. As much as I hated the chore, I couldn’t hold any ill-will toward the sodas themselves. They were that good. As their slogan said, “It’s the best.”

I was feelin’ nostalgic and found this old school commercial.