I’d been to Fronk’s in Bellflower previously on a LWD outing. That Fronk’s was on Alondra (rather than its current location on Bellflower Blvd.) and did not serve alcohol. 😦
So during our December 2011 visit, we had to spike our drinks. My Diet Coke was infused with a shot of Jägermeister shortly after being plopped down in front of me, poured in quickly once the waitress turned away from our table.
Now, Fronk’s has a snazzy new location, and they sell wine and beer. In fact, their tagline reads Burgers – Craft Beers – BBQ. And they do have plenty of beers on tap and a motley selection of burgers. There’s something for all: kids, vegetarians, carb freaks, meat lovers – you name it.
Although they’ve only been in their new site for about a month and a half, their faire (thankfully) has remained classically Fronk’s – in other words, fattening and phenomenal. Yes, this isn’t a place you visit if you’re watching your waistline. My favorite Fronk’s dishes come fried. Deeply fried. Such as their sweet potato fries, cut theick and dusted with cinnamon sugar. I ordered a side of Sweet Ps with my chicken salad (I actually am watching my waistline – my stupid fault for suggesting Fronk’s in the first place), telling myself I’d only eat a few. What an untruth that turned out to be – after dipping the first fry of their creamy homemade sauces, I could hardly hold myself back.
So I only had a few bites of my salad once it arrived, served with a generous topping of grilled BBQ chicken. On my previous visits, I’ve enjoyed the selection my husband opted for – the Spicy Mother Clucker, a wisely assembled sandwich with blackened chicken, onion rings, cheese, a tempered chipotle mayo, lettuce, tomato, and
maple bacon. Finishing one is quite a triumph (although not for my 6-foot-6 husband) – I always leave Fronk’s with a doggy bag (but don’t tell Tommy, my German Shepherd – he’s yet to taste a bite of Fronk’s). Even so, I didn’t disagree with my husband’s suggestion to order dessert in the form of a Fronk’s Famous Peanut Butter Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae. Like the fries, I’d sold myself on only taking a bite or two. Instead, I ate and I ate and I ate until my belly just shut down on me. Luckily, I was wearing a flowy sundress – otherwise, I may have lost a button or broken a zipper.
I must have that sundae again – not that I wouldn’t return for the salad or a Mother Clucker or the sweet Ps; but I MUST get that sublime mouthful of fudgy cake, creamy peanut butter, airy whipped cream, and rich vanilla ice cream in the very near future. Anyone care to join me? Otherwise, I’ll just have to eat the whole dang thing myself in my wide, flowy sundress.
16922 Bellflower Blvd.