The Frank & Beans Quandary !link! Page
He stood there, a man between two existential cliffs. Frank represented tradition, certainty, the savory anchor of the meal. Beans represented the sweet, saucy chaos that swirled around it. Without frank, was he just a man eating beans? Without beans, was he just a carnivore on a plate?
He took a bite.
It was… wrong. The balance was off. The wiener-to-bean ratio had collapsed. The sweetness cloyed. The texture failed. the frank & beans quandary