Rick’s has long been popular with locals, who get into the spirit of things and give back to Rick everything he throws at them. It’s just plain fun, and you can’t get close to Frankfort without making an excuse to catch lunch at Rick’s White Light. On one recent visit, I enjoyed a muffuletta and got into my first debate with Rick when I asked him how it compares with the canonical muffuletta at New Orleans’ Central Grocery. As it turns out, he makes his in a different way, and asserts that his way is better. Maybe. It’s delicious, for sure, idiosyncratically served warm on Rick’s tasty house-made French bread. On a return trip, I went for the oyster po’boy and had no complaints about those Chesapeake Bay oysters, which were bountiful, small and sweet, crisply coated with breading and served dressed on Rick’s bread. Mary was happy with her burger, too, 6 ounces of Kentucky Proud, tender and light, pink at the center, dressed on an eggy bun. Creamy, crisp, thick-sliced slaw and savory grilled garlic potatoes made fine sides.