Your afternoon snack…
In the summer: Pan Pomodoro, which is heirloom tomatoes crushed into hot, crusty, dense Pugliese bread with coarse salt, spicy virgin oil, basil leaves and black pepper. In the winter: Grapefruits with local lettuces, virgin oil, coarse sea salt, parsley leaves and winter season Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese. In the fall: Fried crispy eggs and white truffles or seared porcini mushrooms. In the spring: Grilled asparagus and fresh fava purée with ramps and maybe even a nice fresh pecorino.
What’s always in your fridge?
Passata di Pomodoro (a strained tomato sauce), brodo (a rich Italian-style meat broth), Parmigiano-Reggiano, lemons, butter, local eggs, kale, arugula, fennel, basil, parsley and Lambrusco
Favorite night of the week, and why?
Thursday. It’s the best night to go out in New York City because it’s mostly locals and the energy is just perfect. My restaurants rock on Thursdays and it’s always fun to show up and mingle with whoever is around.
What are your vices?
I’m a hedonist. Alcohol, natural drugs (no pills), and opening restaurants. In no particular order.
Is there anything, that’s at every one of your restaurants, that screams “Frank?”
Too much to list, but for sure my grandmothers ragu (we call it gravy), burrata, roasted chicken, seared salmon, Spaghetti Limone, Spaghetti with Garlic and Oil and of course arugula and kale salads.
Take me through a typical night…
I leave the house, walk to one of the restaurants, pop a nice bottle of wine and see what’s up and who is around. I put a group together and leave to hit a bar, drink some more and dance. I take whoever is left back home for a Grappa, make a late night snack in my crib, play music, cards and talk incessantly until dawn.
If you could host a dinner party, with any five people living or dead, who would be there?
Benjamin Franklin (just after he wrote his first Silence Dogood letter), Henry Miller (at around forty, just after he published Tropic of Cancer), Albert Einstein (three days before he discovered relativity), Richard Feynman (just after he played his first drum solo or cracked his first safe), and my date Sofia Loren (at twenty-five years old).
What would you cook?
I would do a white truffle dinner and blow their doors off with perfect ingredients and execution. Super simple – just the earths incredible bounty and perfect timing on it all. It’s exactly what they would all want.
*Frank Prisinzano, photographed at Sauce by Danielle Kosann
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