There’s something deeply spiritual about the first bite of perfectly crispy hash browns at 7 AM while seated in a converted 1926 railcar that’s been dishing out breakfast longer than most of us have been alive.
When you’re on the hunt for a transcendent breakfast experience in Wisconsin, you don’t need to look any further than the unassuming brick building with the bright red awning sitting on 58th Street in Kenosha.
Frank’s Diner isn’t just a restaurant – it’s a time machine with pancakes.
As a certified breakfast enthusiast and diner devotee, I’ve eaten my way through greasy spoons across this great state, but there’s something about Frank’s that keeps pulling me back like a gravitational force powered by bacon grease…