When it comes to my favorite place in Williamsport, there’s no question: it’s Franco’s Lounge. I’d never used the restroom before this trip, and I was pleased to find that it is on par with their unique Italian food.
The men’s and women’s onesie stalls are labeled with “Romeo” and “Julieta” signs. The walls are painted purple, and a sheer maroon curtain separates the sink / entrance area from the toilet, which has a purple phaelaenopsis blooming atop the tank. Carved wooden elephants march toward a carved flower on a shelf hung between the sink and antique-style mirror. There are fantastic framed pieces of art on the walls, including Botticelli’s 15th-century “Birth of Venus,” one of my favorite paintings, and a drawing of an exuberantly leaping woman that is captioned “Everything I ingest turns into pure energy and divine power in my body. I am grateful to be me.” Considering how good Franco’s cuisine is, I wouldn’t be surprised if it did immediately transform into divine power; I’m certainly always grateful to be me when I’m eating there. Perhaps my favorite detail — so tiny that you could easily miss it — was a wrought iron coat hook shaped like a gazelle’s head.
It was Birthday Buddy who first introduced me to Franco’s in high school, and we’ve gone almost every year since to celebrate our birthdays, which are two days apart. When we told one of the owners about this tradition the other day, he gave us free orange creamsicle shots to mark the occasion, although it was 8 months late. He also spent time talking about where each of us lives and what we’ve been doing since leaving Williamsport — that’s service. But it’s the food that takes me back to Franco’s again and again. Gnocchi with several sauce options. Tortellini with some kind of beef and the best sauce I’ve ever eaten (I can’t remember what it was, but it made me rue now being gluten-free…). Fried pickles. And a French fries-topped grilled chicken salad — Pittsburgh-style, for you non-Pennsylvanians — that Birthday Buddy’s been getting for years. It’s gluten-free, so I finally ordered one on this visit, and I very very very quickly got over the fact that I couldn’t have tortellini anymore. Wow.
I also love Franco’s because it’s so iconic. The rounded, 1950s-looking storefront has been on West Fourth Street for as long as I can remember, with a vibrant red rose on its sign, and a red crab painted on the exterior wall. Every time you go south out of Williamsport on Market Street, one of the main drags, you pass right by it and are often stuck at a red light long enough to get a good view of the crab. A “Get a Taste of Williamsport Here” sign hangs on the door, and it’s no joke; even Orel Hershiser, former Dodgers pitcher, said he enjoyed eating at Franco’s when announcing the Little League World Series (invented and hosted each year in Williamsport) this past summer. It’s one of the tiniest restaurants I’ve seen outside of New York City, with just a bar and one short row of booths. Birthday Buddy and I always make sure we have a reservation, even on a Tuesday night, because it’s a no-brainer that Franco’s will be packed. And for every good reason in the book.
Restroom Rating: [rating=5]