You won’t need directions from Yankee Stadium—you can smell the garlic bread from blocks away. In the massive dining room, patrons step up to stadium-size plates of pasta, like the trough of seafood Alfredo swimming with tiny scallops, shrimp and king-crab legs. Fill up with impunity; the Entenmann’s-like desserts strike out. But true Yankee fans won’t care. Frankie and Johnnie’s could double as a museum—jerseys, bats and balls are lovingly preserved under glass. The Bombers show up on occasion, but the guy you’re staring at probably isn’t Derek Jeter: The host just happens to look eerily like him.