Finally made it here. The place was exactly as described, a charming tiny cafe. I was there with my mother, who I blame for my terrible sweet tooth...
The cheesecake was very good but probably not the reason I'd return. They had a bourbon bread pudding that knocked my socks off. It was the picture of creamy, oozy comfort food goodness...just what you crave on a cold and rainy Sunday afternoon. Actually, I think I could crave it on a hellish NY summer afternoon.
Here's the thing with bread pudding. Lots of people like to ruin it with raisins. Now why would you go and put raisins in a perfectly wonderful dessert? Sigh. I saw black dots in this bread pudding and I thought it was doomed but I asked hopefully, "are those chocolate chips?" They were. And the way its served is heated up with a warm bourbon sauce. You can imagine how the chocolate chips just melt and are perfectly complimented by the bourbon sauce. Ahhh.
Martha Frances is on 2nd Avenue between 88th and 89th.