FINICKY FRANK

NAMESAKE. MASCOT. LEGEND.

Born in a cabin tucked into the hills of Ponca, our namesake grew up fishing the banks of the Missouri, eating fresh produce from the gardens down the road, and getting to know these woods like the back of his hand.

Possessed of a gregarious sense of humor, a keen knack for business, and his gravelly-voiced charm, he became somewhat of a legend in these hills.

Not just for the large parties he threw for hundreds of his neighbors and friends.

Not just because he knew the best spots to find Morel mushrooms.

Frank became a legend because of his picky eating habits.

He was selective.
Particular.

Downright finicky.

We first met snowy-haired Frank when we moved to our farm in Ponca Hills. Over several wonderful and memorable meals, we learned a great deal about what he liked.

And even more about what he didn’t.

In keeping with Frank's finicky expectations, we use the freshest ingredients wherever possible and strive to produce the most flavorful food you’ll find in the area.

We think you'll agree, Frank was on to something.