The Thousands

According to Wiki, 67% of the land adjacent to Parramatta Road is devoted to car dealerships. I was hoping for more stats about what percentage was home to bad wedding dresses or questionable ‘dance‘ studios, but no luck. One thing that’s not clogging Sydney’s westward artery is solid eating establishments.

But, there is always Frank’s, and this ole faithful has had a refurb. Gone are the super kitsch murals, and in their place is the stripped-back industrial feel of unfinished concrete, exposed beams and long wooden picnic table seating. The three key ingredients of the beloved Italo-Aussie pizza shop remain:

1. There will be cabanossi, and there will be lots of it.
2. You will be given tiny oval plates to eat off.
3. There will be a hanging bunch of dried chillies or garlic (possibly both) as decoration.  

It’s the comfort of knowing exactly what you’re getting – Hawaiian, Marinara, Capricciosa, Supreme and the gang, on crispy thin bases – and fast. Without gimmickry, Frank’s Pizza Bar is an anchor in the shitty stream that is Parramatta Road.