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A Frussie's Revival

It was just last fall that I made a tearful adieu to Frussie's Deli, closed due to owner/chef James Dicks' battle with cancer. In my mind (and appetite), Frussie's in South Knoxville was simply the finest sandwich emporium in the city, with truly fresh-baked bread and just-roasted meats. Dicks has his own way of crafting sandwiches, and I find it eminently agreeable to my taste buds. Many hardcore Frussie's acolytes would agree.

I feared I would never again be able to taste the glories of a warm Italian (you needn't ask if you've ever had one), but it appears we may have a sandwich savior in one Eric Lykins. He's a like-minded Frussie's follower who has vowed to bring back the one true deli. 


"Three of my best friends put some nickels together and Alexandra Spinosa and I are going to be baking bread, making sandwiches (do you remember the potato salad? I had some last week), making this work, and not losing everybody's farm. James and his wife made it happen for 24 years (minus 2 month vacations every year which we will not do to you) and never advertised. It was just that good and we don't want to change anything.** We just want it back." 

With a target date of May 1, Lykins is undergoing intense bread-baking training under the master himself, James Dicks. Although he won't personally commit to baking the loaves at 2 a.m. as tradition dictates, he does say he'll keep the place open longer than Dicks, who usually closed the doors at 2 p.m. 

With the same hole-in-the-wall location in the Moody Complex, this Frussie's reopening may be a sign that the universe is finally rebalancing itself.

Mr. Lykins, you will be a bona fide Knoxville hero if you can pull this off. 
  

Comments » 1

  • April 13, 2010
  • 6:08 PM
Jimmie Warwick writes:

Good luck to you, Sir!

I have been a fan of the famed fussy frog since the very beginning in Gatlinburg some 20 odd years ago. James and Sam have been like family to me all along the way. Frussie's is more like mama's home cookin' to me than a South Knox icon, since I can almost assure you that, James has fed me considerably more times than my own mother did. You would have a tough row ta' hoe finding someone who's eaten more egg salad on pita than myself. My hat's off to you, if you can pull this off.

Jimmie

p.s. Don't forget to make him teach you how to make that ridiculous cheesecake and those little pieces of nirvana he calls cream puffs!

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