Dirty Franks, a local watering hole dating back to prohibition, has become somewhat of an "institution". The scrawls, scribbles and writings on its walls prove that people from all walks of life have either stopped by on their travels, or made it their home. 

Aspiring writers, starving artists, the political, apolitical and the apoplectic, drunkards and recovering drunkards, the bright and the dim, those who want to root for or jeer the home team, comics and fancies, musicians and dancers, the reserved and the verbose, your tired, your poor, and your huddled masses, are just some of whom make Dirty Franks what it is and has always been - a sanctuary.