The end of a beautiful era. Forlini’s is officially closed. NYC and the world are a lesser place without it. As the sign posted to the front door reads, thanks for the memories. ♥️

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The end of a beautiful era. Forlini’s is officially closed. NYC and the world are a lesser place without it. As the sign posted to the front door reads, thanks for the memories. ♥️
Went to Forlini's today on my last day of my NYC trip - side bar anyone? 😉and the courthouse as well
Forlini’s
The locust descent of the young and beautiful, the skateboarders and the models, upon this Old World restaurant is also part of a grand and subversive New York tradition. In a city whose famed grit is being sanded away, a certain young romantic chases authenticity. And this purity tends to be found in holdouts like Forlini’s.
The court crowd regulars are dimly aware of the newcomers. Cynthia Sittnick, 64, a former assistant district attorney, was unwinding recently at Forlini’s. She tucked into her clams oreganata and considered the new breed as an anthropological curiosity. “So now I’m hearing that the hipsters are coming to Forlini’s,” she said. “I guess I get it. Forlini’s is so unhip it’s now become hip to them.” She cast a glance at the rustic landscapes hanging on walls. “Look, I love Forlini’s, but if someone proposed to me here, I’d probably kill them.”
The New York Times
Forlini’s
When lunch breaks at 1 p.m., Forlini’s becomes a neutral site, where prosecutors and defense attorneys enjoy chicken piccata together. Judges hold court from booths bearing plaques etched with their names. (Actual inscription: “Judge Leslie Crocker Snyder. Founded First Sex Crimes Prosecution Bureau in U.S. 25 Years Patron.”) Legal teams await verdicts before celebrating victories with Champagne or slinking off to the bar to wash off defeats. Robert M. Morgenthau, the former Manhattan district attorney, used to eat at Forlini’s twice a week, and is still referred to by the staff simply as “the Boss.”
Now 99, Mr. Morgenthau visits Forlini’s less often, but he remembers the restaurant fondly. “Forlini’s was a friendly and nonpolitical atmosphere,” he said over the phone. “You could see people who were adversaries in court but without any hostility, and that’s why we liked it.” He added: “My favorite dish was linguine with white clam sauce. Because it was the whole clam in the shell. Which was particularly good.”
The New York Times