Curiosity got the better of me tonight. I’ve long driven past this very neighborhoody institution adjacent to well known Ashoka and across the street from the should-be-well-known Picanos’ (when will I write Picano’s the beaming review they deserve?). My heart sank when I walked thru Franco’s colorful entrance only to discover a Saturday night prime time crowd of just five occupied tables. And by occupied, I mean by the Senior set.
The friendly staff and the customers were raving about the premium Italian specialties. But, there was no way I was even going to spring for the $14 spaghetti and meatballs or $16 chicken parm’, let alone the $20 dishes. Based on the cheaper dishes I ordered, I’m glad I trusted my intuition. Nevertheless, I’d be interested to hear—from someone I trust—about the more expensive touted dishes.
The kid’s spaghetti with meat sauce, the fish&chips and the shepherd’s pie all were just a cut above Ram’s Horn. But, as I indicated, the atmosphere is charming, and the employees and other customers all seemed to think quite highly of the place. So, maybe it was just me, or maybe I had bad luck when choosing dishes.