Bobby, if you actually ever went to the Franklin Fountain you would go insane.
Flip your fukkin wig, bro.
Everything homemade in-house.
Their own melted marshmallow sauce they put on top of the Franklin Mint, their own whipped cream, their own chocolate and caramel sauces, their own walnut sauce, fukkin everything.
You guys think I'm playing when I say Philly is the food capital of this country.
I'm really not. The shit we have here can't be found anywhere else.