I dropped into the Frontier this morning for the express purpose of purchasing a pile of their praline cookies. I once had a room mate who subsisted on these marvels of the culinary world, and soon found myself buying them by the dozen. It's obviously been some time since I had one (or twenty) since Frontier hasn't made the cookies in over a year! Sigh. I got a sweet roll instead but ended up giving it away. I did treat myself to a cup of their fresh-squeezed orange juice, leading me to ponder one of the many legends surrounding the Frontier: do they really add Tang to the orange juice?
Do Western-style hashbrowns beckon you at all hours of the night? Or maybe it’s John Wayne, smiling slightly, his image called forth by hundreds of nails. Do you hole up in a corner booth in the glow of your laptop with sweet butter from a Frontier roll glistening around your lips? Have you, when broke, calculated which menu item costs the least but weighs the most? Do you read ¡Ask a Mexican! while waiting for your number to appear on the digital screen?
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