There is a specific table at Patsy’s Italian Restaurant on West 56th Street in Manhattan that has not changed since the 1940s. Table number upstairs, reserved, always the same. Frank Sinatra sat there more times than anyone has counted. He came after performances at Carnegie Hall. He came when he was lonely. He came on … Continue reading Frank Sinatra’s Lemon Ricotta Torte: The Dessert Ol’ Blue Eyes Never Skipped at Patsy’s