Mem R.
Yelp
Frank feels like somewhere you need an excuse to visit. So I used my birthday as that excuse just recently and booked a table for ten a couple of weeks in advance, just to be safe. Good idea, it may have been a Sunday night but the place was HOPPING. And humming. Frank literally buzzes; it's somewhat disguised, existing in the bottom floor of what looks like a corporate building, you don't really look at the building and think, "Ah, that's where that awesome restaurant must be"--but if you're listening, you'll hear the buzzing of happy voices beaming out of there. Walk through the big gold doors on the Argyle St/Mawson Place side, or the side doors on the Franklin Wharf side.
Welcome to Frank.
When I walked in on that Sunday night, I saw a big table surrounded by a cage, basically. It looked awesome. I tried not to get my hopes up but I could have gone ahead and done so because it was totally my table. HOORAY! CAGE TABLE! We had a dedicated waiter all night, and let me take this opportunity to say thank you, Thomas, and sorry, Thomas. Thomas was very sweet and occasionally hard of hearing but all to our amusement. Thomas did a wonderful job protecting a couple of my guests with allergies from the things that could have killed them, and he was also up to the challenge of us saying, "feed us for $50 per person, please, we're not very good with decisions". Our table was, at one point, so covered with food that there was barely an inch of space left. So much food. An exceptional amount of food for a table of people very excited about eating.
Some of the dishes were average, some were good, some were GREAT. Pretty much every dessert was brilliant. Every drink was exceptional. We were at dinner for at least four hours so again, I'm sorry, Thomas and Frank but well done. Very good. Would Frank again.