Frankies was one of the very first places in Brooklyn that captured my heart when I first moved to the city in 2005.
I was high on New York and immediately smitten with the (seemingly) effortless, simple Italian food in the little cozy restaurant with an impossibly tiny kitchen in the center. It helped that Frankies was 2 minutes from my house far down on Court street in Carroll Gardens, by then still considered a bit off. It also helped that they had super cute bar guy.
Frankies retains a special place in my heart, and I go there as often as possible even though I’m not within crawling distance anymore. For me, few things beat a place at the small bar for a late lunch consisting of eggplant marinara with pecorino sandwich, lemony fennel salad and a small carafe of the house red. And always with a few thick slices of bread with Frankies own olive oil to dip (pro tip: buy a bottle of the oil, bring to parties and they will love you forever). If I stay long enough, there will be room for a cappuccino and crème brulée.
There is a second Frankies outpost in the West Village, but this is the original and best. Plus, of course, it’s Brooklyn.
In summer time, there’s a lovely garden, and if there is a wait (there often is), head to Brooklyn Social – soon in this guide! - nearby for an aperitif.
Frankies, 457 Court Street, Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn