The Cod was sad to see, on this day that is in and of itself the title of a suicide note, that Franky & Johnny's is no more. They had their problems in recent years -- inconsistent food, rats, etc -- but some memorable times were had there by the Cod and various cadres of knuckleheads.
It was, perhaps, the only solid food I got during some early Mardi Gras trips.
I saw Dee Brown win the slam dunk competition there.
It was the only restaurant I know of with a framed Billy Martin jersey. (A's no less.)
It was the restaurant that came about as close as a restaurant can come to the Platonic ideal having the lyrics of "Jambalaya" be the menu.
In a city where dining can sometimes be difficult and complicated, esp during Carnival and Jazz Fest, they always seemed to have a table no more that one beer at the bar away. Bailed a Cod contingent out of more than one cranky post-parade low blood sugar incipient fiasco. Notably, after Bacchus in 08 or 09, which itself was after Box of Wine. The Cod may have not been at his most alert, but was very happy to have red beans & rice just then.
They had a Cajun dressing that was probably just Sycco ranch + Tony Cachere's, but it sure tasted good on pretzels when you were drunk, and staying with a friend who had a GF who worked there and would smuggle it out.
I remember @jazzlunatique's 21st birthday celebration there, and calling home on a payphone to check in with my parents.
The payphone is gone, the parents are gone, and now so is Franky & Johnnie's. So it goes. Best of luck to all for their next ventures.