When the crowds and the wait for a table became unbearable at Second Avenue's jewel box-sized Frank, this offshoot serves similarly heaping portions of pasta and meat dishes to the East Village gentrified. While the pasta is inexpensive and often too piping hot to eat right away, stay away from the meat and fish specials, whose rather severe prices are never revealed until you get the bill—$22 for what?! And it's cash only. The outdoor patio provides seasonal relief in the steamy summer months— however, you can hear toilets flush in the tenements surrounding it, and someone's idea of quaint has been to rig a laundry line with hanging clothes over the dining area. — Andy Bailey
Recommended Dishes
Osso buco sicilian-style over risotto, $19.95; rigatoni with eggplant and mozzarella, $10.95
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Seriously, I have to say the reason we still go to this place, ever, is the gnocchi and the portions for the price. The reason I would happily never go there again despite these things is the waiters are so incredibly rude. The entire time you're there they act as if they're doing you a favor by letting you eat there. And the amazing thing is that EVERY waiter is like that, pretentious and rude.
Not worth the gnocchi, my favorite, really. And don't bother going close to the close of the restaurant because they will hover around you until you're done.
Four of us had dinner at Max Restaurant on Saturday night, and while the food was pretty good, our waiter was incredibly and unnecessarily rude. we were seated under a speaker and asked VERY NICELY to turn down the music a little bit, the waiter said "no. we play loud music"
later, when the music had become even louder, the hostess responded to my plea and turned it down, only to have the waiter turn it up even louder than before! we left soon after, and took our business (dessert and more wine) elsewhere.
also, we used one of the candles from a sideboard to read the menu then left it on our table. the waiter came over and told us we had just created a fire hazard!! how this was any more dangerous than having a flame inches from a wooden shelf made no sense, but it was the way we were treated, like children who had to be slapped on the hand, which was offensive.
this had been my first time at Max and I enjoyed the experience but nearly every interaction with the personnel (with the exception of the gentleman refilling our water glasses!) was unnecessarily contentious.