Go here. And get the antipasta plate and the $5 house red. Kim, Al, and I had a lovely late dinner at Frankie's in Brooklyn on Saturday. Its Alison's favorite and it absolutely lived up to her high praises. They have a second location on the Lower East Side, with four tables and a long wait, but we prefer the Brooklyn local for its humble sweetness. Its off the beaten path, somewhere in Carroll Gardens but not the cool part.
We had a blast eating olives off each other's plates, arguing about Philip Seymore Hoffman's level of attractiveness, and listening to Interpol on Kim's ipod until 12am. Late long dinners=my favorite thing.