We normally don’t opt to eat out for Italian that frequently because I tend to cook quite a bit of it at home, but every once and a while we hear about really great, solid homemade pasta and we decide to go for it.
38 Henry Street, Brooklyn Heights
Noodle Pudding is a wonderful Italian eatery in Brooklyn Heights. We were heading off to a play right around the corner and we were with Ari, a former Brooklyn Heights resident for 18 years who swears by the Puddin’s eats. We were genuinely pleased. Fresh foccacia bread is served with aromatic olive oil, loaded with chopped fresh garlic and basil…..a delicious starter. I had a lovely bowl of escarole and bean soup and the hubs enjoyed a delicious squid appetizer with marinara sauce.
Our mains delighted us: fresh homemade orrechiette pasta with broccoli rabe and sausage and homemade papparadelle with veal sauce. Litza’s beef cheeks looked delicious, the same with Ari’s lamb. Overall, it was a solid meal that we washed down with a lovely bottle of red wine.
88 Second Ave (5/6), NYC
The following weekend we found ourselves in the City, hungry, and with no specific destination in mind. This can be a very pressured, difficult state for us. We tend to get a bit cranky if we cannot find the perfect dinner location….and sometimes the pressure in Manhattan gets to us. Either way, we were saved by one of the best Italian meals I have had since living in this great city. We stumbled upon unassuming Frank. This little restaurant that could is in a very casual space. Scott and I were seated at the tiniest table ever…..along the wall across from the bar. There was loud rock music playing….basically, this is not my Mama’s Italian Eatery…..but the food….my goodness…the food. It was, really, really, delectable. The starter was this incredibly crusty Italian bread served with loads of rich, wonderful olive oil and olives. My salad was filled with arugula and shaved fresh Parmesan cheese and tons of that delicious aforementioned olive oil. Our mains were spectacular. The homemade ravioli was stuffed with mushrooms and drizzled with truffle oil and the homemade papparadelle with lamb ragu was like nothing I have ever had before. Really, this was incredible Italian food…..the closest facsimile to what we were eating in Italy. Run to Frank’s!!
(No pics for Frank – it is not that type of place)