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Little Shop Of Hot DogsBy Tom DanehyTUCKED AWAY FROM the street on one of the scariest stretches of road in Tucson (one of the nearly 2,000 or so that I'm sure pop into the reader's mind) is Frank 'n' Stein's. Fittingly located near the hair-raising intersection of Campbell Avenue and Glenn Street, it awaits the road-weary--a delightful little eatery distinguished by its "horror-food" and its pleasantly tacky, ghoulish interior.
One genuine surprise is the greaseless fries. Curly, crispy and delicious, they're cooked in a convection oven, which cuts way down on the grease, calories and fat. The onion rings, happily, are prepared the same way. The place also serves deli sandwiches, with meat sliced thin and piled high. The sandwiches come in "Skeleton" and "Regular" sizes. (Oooh, that "Regular" bit is really a scream.)
Billed as "A Taste of New York with a Transylvannia Twist,"
Frank 'n' Stein's should be able to survive on the strength of
its food alone, which is spine-tinglingly good.
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