This is my favorite section. Eating is such a part of how I share, communicate and bond with people and, frankly,... myself... that I cannot do less than adore this section! I love exploring flavors, learning tastes and passing food around.
We can eat food just to survive... but why??? Enjoy, indulge, be moderate, splurge, listen to your tastebuds, listen to your body, listen to your stomach.
There are going to be all kinds of tags to clarify what you're looking for, but... I am going to begin with the last place I ate.
Frank Restaurant
An Italian restaurant in the East Village with no name on the outside, and so I can only describe how to find it. In fact, I thought it was Frank's Place until...
Wait I found the website: http://www.frankrestaurant.com/
which says it is called Frank Restaurant & Vera Bar, but the only sign you will see is a hanging placard saying:
“A Place to Eat”
I love them... I digress....
2nd Avenue between 4th and 5th Streets with a white facade and usually a long waiting line and completely packed. Or you can try to find the official address 88 2nd Avenue – but I could never find the number.
I was shown this restaurant by my Sicilian friend, let's call her Lita. We are no longer friends trough a fluke of weird decisions by each of us – she's in california, I'm not... but let's leave that behind. She was the best thing to happen to me in NYC. She made the city my home. And she was constantly on the search for the next best place to eat authentic, scrumptious, carefully made and simple food like her own mother. A lot of these places are thanks to her. If we get back in contact, and she wants her name posted, I'll do so. Otherwise... life and friends leave wonderful memories for you to decorate your battle scars with.
Frank's place is one of those beautiful memories that you can keep on going back to. Someone's grandmother is in the kitchen, that is for sure. And it was just as I remembered. An orgasm of scrumptious eating. The olive oil alone is still as delectable and fresh as I remembered. I still wanted to drink it like cold lemonade on a sticky hot summer's day. It is also great on their juicy, glistening, garlicky crunchy, ruby-bright tomato bruschetta. Yes. Perfect.
The first time I was there, cramped in between two other couples at their two-person tables, we were shared our food with each other across tables. We didn't know each other, but we had to share. Strangers feeding each other meatballs, bruschetta, pannecotta, fish, linguini.
Did I say I adore New York? Now you know why.
Frank's Place in the East Village on 2nd Avenue between 4th and 5th Streets.
Get off at Astor Place on the 6-train, or walk down from 14th Street/Union Square on the 4, 5, 6 trains and the Q, R, N, M and L trains. Or take the F, V to 2nd Avenue and walk up (that is North, according to me).
Or just make a tour of the East Village and stop here when you get hungry. I promise it won't break your budget. We used to eat here when we were unemployed – although, I'm not quite sure how we pulled that off. $11-$15 for main course, and $15-$25 for the specials.
Enjoy!