Family-owned since 1989, the kitchen at Poppy’s Place sends forth steaming plates of pasta and seafood with scents that suggest hours spent simmering tomatoes, chopping garlic, and stirring sauces. Waiters glide across the caramel-hued floorboards, bearing trays to a table cloaked in spotless white linen like a ghost in a job interview. Dishes of pasta, saltimbocca, and catch-of-the-day fish settle there alongside bottles of balsamic vinegar and olive oil. The clatter of busy forks drifts past the lengthy bar, where rows of bottles bristle and patrons sip beverages beneath yellow walls, hanging flowers, and an absence of shrill cuckoo clocks.
Italian pastas, meats, and veggies dressed in tasty sauces pepper Trattoria Lucia’s dinner and lunch menus, resting alongside a varied assortment of wines and specialty cocktails. The caprese—a duet of tomatoes and mozzarella ($8.95)—sings an opening number for the spaghetti alla Frank Sinatra, its noodles backed by shrimp, chopped clams, attractive bodyguards, and olives ($15.95). Meanwhile, arugula salad and tomatoes top a crisp breaded cutlet in the veal capricciosa ($17.95), and the tricolor salad ($8.95–$10.95) sends teeth traipsing through a garden of sliced pears, pignoli, and shaved ricotta. Once satiated, diners can cheers to good health and lucrative penny stocks after clinking together a couple glasses of the sparkling brut (a $6 value per glass).
Brasserie 214 traces its roots far across the space-time continuum. The original iteration of the restaurant launched way back in 1938, but recent renovations and menu evolutions have brought French, Northern Italian, Belgian, German, and Scandinavian culinary traditions to the fore. Entrees such as salmon niçoise and duck à l'orange, as well as specialty schnitzels, exemplify the kind of elegant dinner, lunch, and brunch fare prepared by the skilled chefs. Imported beers and stateside craft brews pour from the taps to complement that selection. Of course, it wouldn't be a Long Island brasserie or a valid retirement destination without a robust cocktail selection. To that end, bartenders mix together specialty martinis, sangria, and sidecars with Bacardi, Disaronno, and fresh lemon juice served in a sugar-rimmed martini glass.
Tom Carvel practiced many trades in his youth, from a Dixieland drummer to a test driver of Studebakers. When a medical diagnosis forced him to seek out the country air, he started selling ice cream out of his battered old truck, just to keep his hands busy. One day, his truck suffered a flat tire in a parking lot by the highway. Fortunately, motoring tourists had a taste for the stuff, and Tom sold his entire stock in two days. That accidental pit stop became the site of his first brick-and-mortar store in 1934.
Today, Carvel Ice Cream still satisfies sweet teeth from over 500 locations. Its treats, of course, have evolved with the times, and in addition to Tom's signature soft serve, they now make cupcakes and other novelty sweets. The purveyors of Tom's legacy are particularly proud of their ice cream cakes, which they make fresh each day and form into shapes such as familiar characters or classic rectangles, which were originally intended to differentiate them from cheese wheels.