Finding Franklinton

Finding Franklinton Your daily dose of rumors we heard at hometown cafe, along with pothole reports, and Transplants Vs Locals Debates. We're finding Franklinton one day at a time.

The train don't stop here anymore but the coffees hot, and the tales get taller by the hour.

01/25/2026

If you aint got sledding on Ramey Cir did it even snow...

FRANKLINTON, NC — Brenda Sue’s Bad Bunny Phase Hits TOROS TACOS+TEQUILAAfter hearing Bad Bunny was playing the Super Bow...
10/06/2025

FRANKLINTON, NC — Brenda Sue’s Bad Bunny Phase Hits TOROS TACOS+TEQUILA

After hearing Bad Bunny was playing the Super Bowl, Brenda Sue decided she’d stay so hip she’d speak only Spanish for the next four months, and dive headfirst into every Puerto Rican thing she could find.

She strutted into TOROS TACOS+TEQUILA, confidently ordering “dos pollo y mucho arroz,” completely unaware she’d just asked for chicken with raisins. Didn’t matter though, she was already practicing her salsa steps (mostly stepping on toes), tossing around affectionate “mijo” and “mi amor” like confetti, and dropping “¡Ay bendito!” every time the salsa turned up the heat.

At home, she was attempting mofongo, which resulted in a kitchen that smelled like victory and slight disaster. But hey, she was committed, even if the smoke alarm wasn’t.

The cashier just smiled knowingly, the salsa playlist cranked up, and Brenda Sue declared herself semi-fluent enough to order the same “pollo con pasas” dish until further notice.

Just another day in Downtown Franklinton, where the beats are hot, the tacos are spicy, and nobody’s quite sure what happened.

FRANKLINTON, NC — Miss Pearl’s Biscuit Bake-Off Challenge — Online EditionIt all started when some daring soul had the a...
09/18/2025

FRANKLINTON, NC — Miss Pearl’s Biscuit Bake-Off Challenge — Online Edition

It all started when some daring soul had the audacity to claim Hardees biscuits were better than anyone in town could bake. Well, Miss Pearl heard about it, and she wasn’t having it. So, naturally, she threw down the parkay and challenged the entire town to a biscuit bake-off.

Spoiler alert: Miss Pearl came armed with nothing but her trusty cast iron skillet, a righteous glare that could melt butter, and a recipe that’s been passed down since the days when biscuits and beans were all most folks had to eat.

This year, due to reasons nobody really wants to talk about(alternating street light budget cuts), the contest will be online only. That means no crowded kitchens, no elbow jabs over the last stick of butter, just you, your skillet, and your camera phone.

Submit your biscuit photos in this thread up until next Thursday September 25th at 8 AM, we want to see your flakiest layers, your golden crusts, and maybe even a little gravy on the side.

May the best biscuit win (and may Miss Pearl’s glare be ever in your favor).

Prize TBD based on how much is left after the Pot Hole Naming Ceremony.

09/16/2025

Things people from Wake Forest say...

It all started at Hometown Café when Betty Lou Higgins dared to whisper, louder than she should have, that Miss Tootie’s...
09/16/2025

It all started at Hometown Café when Betty Lou Higgins dared to whisper, louder than she should have, that Miss Tootie’s chicken salad “was overhyped”

By 10:15 a.m., Miss Tootie, wrapped in a floral bathrobe, fluffy slippers, and clutching a tote bag that may have contained Wild Iris Rose or cleaning supplies (nobody’s sure), was seen scaling the barbed wire fence at the back of Betty Lou’s like a cross between a kangaroo and a woman who had just had enough.

Neighbors watched in awe as she landed perfectly in the yard of the accused, waved both hands in the air, and delivered a soliloquy about the sanctity of chicken salad recipes and Dukes being the only proper mayo to use. One small dog barked in approval.

From her perch behind white lace curtains with embroidered beets, Betty Lou muttered, “A slight against chicken salad is a slight against all of Franklinton, Franklin County and the great state of North Carolina”

By 10:47, Miss Tootie had retreated to her own yard, presumably to sip sweet tea and reflect on the moral weight of culinary criticism. Meanwhile, the chickens clucked knowingly, as if nothing unusual had happened.

Moral: Insulting someone's chicken salad recipe in North Carolina is like poking a bear with a Bojangles spork.

Somewhere between sunrise and mid morning, a mysterious lawn chair appeared smack dab in the middle of Mason Street, and...
09/15/2025

Somewhere between sunrise and mid morning, a mysterious lawn chair appeared smack dab in the middle of Mason Street, and locals are calling it “the most riveting unsanctioned performance art of the decade.”

Neighbors describe it as a bold statement on asphalt alienation, municipal inefficiency, and the quiet dignity of unclaimed seating. One passerby said, “It’s like Banksy, but with cup holders.” Another whispered, “I feel judged, inspired, and slightly dizzy all at once.”

Town officials issued a notice: if the chair is not retrieved by 5 PM, it will be auctioned off, proceeds going to the Pothole Fund, and payment accepted in, cash, unopened cases of vienna sausages or interpretive dance.

Critics (mostly folks from Wake Forest) have called it “a stunning meditation on chaos” and “the boldest critique of curb etiquette in memory.”

Word on the street—well, from a lady we definitely overheard at Hometown Café this morning—is that there’s some kind of ...
09/12/2025

Word on the street—well, from a lady we definitely overheard at Hometown Café this morning—is that there’s some kind of unofficial Electric Slide meet-up erupting on Front Street tonight at 8 PM sharp.

Nobody knows who’s running it, how long it’ll last, or whether the potholes are officially part of the dance floor.

Bring your dancing britches. You’ll need ’em.

Darnell is reportedly DJing from the tailgate of his cousin’s Dodge Ram with a knockoff Turtle Box Bluetooth speaker and approximately three prayers.

Carol says she’s rolling in with glitter in her hair, orthopedic wedges, and “spiritual backup” in case someone accidentally slides into salvation.

Rufus Jenkins plans an 8-shot espresso pre-slide to “heighten the cosmic energy” and is reportedly already vibrating through the asphalt.

Petey from Pocomoke will be rocking one sneaker, one Croc, doing the slide in slow motion because he “can still see sound.”

Miss Loretta comes armed with a megaphone, timing everyone’s steps like a drill sergeant and shouting encouragement in Pig Latin.

No flyers. No permits. Just rhythm, asphalt, and a healthy dose of chaos.

Franklinton, y’all , where line dancing spontaneously appears, questions are optional, and vibes are mandatory.

FRANKLINTON, NC — In the interest of maintaining the fragile harmony between worlds, all po folks, lifelong locals, and ...
09/09/2025

FRANKLINTON, NC — In the interest of maintaining the fragile harmony between worlds, all po folks, lifelong locals, and Jelly Roll fans are politely asked to avoid Downtown Franklinton between the hours of 5:00 and 10:00 p.m.

This is peak strolling time for our cherished guests from Wakefield Plantation, who may spook easily when confronted with native behaviors such as:

– Calling people “cuz” who are not biologically related
– Pulling a Ziploc bag of okra out of your purse
– Using a riding mower for beer runs
– Walking your emotional support rooster, Jangles

Please do not approach them unless spoken to first, and for the love of economic growth, do not mention Taxes, Dollar General, or that time Miss Tootie got her hand stuck in the library book drop.

In return, they are free to order $26 charcuterie boards, ask where the Starbucks is (there isn’t one), and treat every local dog like it’s an Instagram selfie session.

We thank you for your patience, and ask that you resume normal Franklinton behavior once they’ve retreated back to their the cul-de-sac'ed McMansions.

09/08/2025

Franklint0n Is FULL!

FRANKLINTON, NC — What started as Carol Vick’s quiet afternoon on the screened-in porch turned into a full-blown roadsid...
09/07/2025

FRANKLINTON, NC — What started as Carol Vick’s quiet afternoon on the screened-in porch turned into a full-blown roadside revival this Sunday after she wheeled out her karaoke machine, poured herself a Diet Cheerwine, and hit play on what she calls her “Back Porch Gospel Hour.”

According to neighbors, the first few songs were relatively tame, a breathy rendition of I’ll Fly Away (Wi***es Version) followed by Jesus On the Mainline (Tell Him What You Want) with some occasional feedback from the wireless mic she got off QVC in 2011. But by the time she reached Midnight Call, folks up and down Mason Street had stopped what they were doing.

“I was halfway through spraying down the patio chairs when I caught myself lifting a hand,” said neighbor DeeAnn. “Didn’t even mean to. Just felt it.”

Within the hour, three people had rededicated their lives to the Lord, a local teen threw her Labubu in the trash at Party Pick Up and sat in her 1997 cavalier "to think things over," and a man in a sleeveless Gravediggers t-shirt stood in the driveway crying softly through Beulah Land

Carol says she’ll be back next Sunday with “All-Requests Hymn Hour” and possibly a crockpot of Rotel dip if BoBo don’t get into it again.

Bring your own folding chair and emotional baggage.

09/05/2025

Ah it's the Weekend, the time when everyone who lives in Franklinton goes to Wake Forest & everone who lives there comes here. 🤣

FRANKLINTON, NC A local man’s attempt to convert an old school bus into a luxury Airbnb has hit a slight snag after ne...
09/04/2025

FRANKLINTON, NC A local man’s attempt to convert an old school bus into a luxury Airbnb has hit a slight snag after neighbors called the sheriff thinking it was brokedown.

Roger Dean Yancey, age 38 and twice divorced, says he bought the 1997 Short Bus bus off Facebook Marketplace “with a vision and a Harbor Freight credit card.” He parked it just off Mason Street near downtown, where he plans to leave it permanently as a “boutique staycation experience for folks who don’t like leaving town but still want to feel something.”

“I added string lights and a pallet couch, what else y’all want? A fire exit?” Roger asked, holding a clipboard that just said “BUS-BnB GRAND OPENING” with a backwards ‘N’.

He reportedly advertised the unit online as “rustic-glam with sunrise views of Owls Roost.”

Calls to the sheriff's office were made after the bus started glowing purple at night and playing lo-fi banjo beats from a Bluetooth speaker mounted where the stop sign used to be.

Town officials say no laws were technically broken but “strongly encourage Roger to seek a permit, or at least a second trash can.”

Sleeps 2. No pets. This includes raccoons.

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