We took the last two available seats at the counter. It was 11:05 am and the Frisco was jumping. The menu has all my favorites on it, so I didn’t note any changes, or at least not any that matter to me. There’s a big open window into the much more spacious cooking quarters, so those sitting at the counter and in the same room have plenty to entertain them.

Among today’s vegetables were Brussels sprouts, pinto beans, black-eyed peas, and more. I was too late for biscuits. There were beautiful pies in the case. My Chop’t was as good as ever and seemed to be a great favorite of the other rejoicing patrons as well.

The parking lot was full and people reported parking up and down the street and even across it. There was much table-hopping and shaking of hands. The local daily sent a reporter and photographer to the Frisco yesterday and has posted a couple of evocative Ralph Barrera photographs, along with a clear map showing the new location. I’ll be there at the Frisco for breakfast very soon, I hope, and early enough to enjoy those heavenly biscuits.