With its kinetic open kitchen, its laconic waitstaff, and its cramped, thrift-shop furniture, Frank is where red-sauce specialist Frank Prisinzano launched his budget-Italian East Village empire. No matter the hour, it's full of hungry hipsters looking to fill up on Grandma Carmela's slow-cooked ragu, Uncle Michael's medicine ball of a meatloaf, and great bruschetta al pomodoro (when it comes to sourcing out-of-season tomatoes, Frank must be connected).