Something magical happens when you drive far enough up Whalley Avenue: the urban grind of New Haven disappears, and you enter Westville. Suddenly everything is quaint, and even the Chinese restaurants, laundromats, and countless other strip mall businesses develop a neighborhood feel. As Yale students, maybe we were just especially conscious of the fact that we were no longer in the “Yale bubble,” but the change seemed deeper than that.
Ernie’s, we realized, is the perfect neighborhood place you’ve never heard of: a restaurant that attracts few visitors from afar, and is instead content to serve wholesome food to the people who live nearby.