Branzino at the Crossroads
A few hundred yards from the crossroads where hundreds of commuters travel through LIRR, lies a new seafood restaurant amongst the row of small businesses. Main street has bunched up small bars and restaurants – casual American sports bars and wild wings – along with few ethnic varieties. I rest here for the ethnic varieties. I find myself in this town, at this ethnic hole-in-the walls on these occasions – rainy days, long work weeks, cook-hopping weeks, or lazy weekends. But a new seafood restaurant summoned my visit to Farmingdale, along the suite of rows on Main Street. And his name is Captain Ihab. And as the sun set on the west of the tracks, I walked in here this evening. Leih at Captain Ihab A small dining space with cozy wooden tables and chairs, I waited a few minutes to be seated. The room built a warm ambiance set for dinner by its tiny led lighting lantern on the corner of the table. On a Friday evening, some reservations...
