Hypocrites, heretics and heroes collide at Dirty Frank's where it is always Happy Hour. Where the cocktails are Molotovs and the garnishes are skewered Sacred Cow. Regulars at this Philadelphia bar include the millionaire minister to the mindless, an intergalactic voodoo queen, a time-traveling pool shark and, Jimmy Cracker, the first shock-jock to have his own personal fatwa.
Your host is Dirty Frank, the Jabba the Hutt of the art world. Learn the answers to the mysteries of creation and the universe. Find out why God flunked physics, how PETA drove Santa Claus into China, and why laptops are banned in toilets.
Riding herd over this stampede of mixed nuts is a group of Vietnam Vets who come here to reload before facing an America where hunters have become gun control advocates and dueling has become the national sport.
Go on safari to darkest suburbia and visit Wyoming, where the West was almost Lost.
But, this is not just a fruity cocktail served with a paper parasol. The stories and the liquor are served up straight . no ice . no mixer. Prepare to be shaken, and even stirred. Because at Dirty Frank's, America's only honest lawyer discovers that-when everything else seems to be collapsing-honor, truth and loyalty are all we can ever really count on.
