There was a time not so long ago when restaurants cooked for people like they were family. Which meant they did things the right way. The way that tasted best. They didn’t cut corners. They used the finest ingredients. They picked fights with the grocer over the ripeness of his tomatoes. They watched the butcher chop up the meat to make sure he wasn’t swapping out the choice cuts for something a little fattier. And if they had to walk a few blocks to get that special cheese they could find only at that deli in Flatbush, so be it. Why did they bother? Because their food was more than a meal – it was their word. It was recipes handed down from the Old Country, passed on by grandmothers who didn’t speak a lick of English. Recipes tucked into girdles – and other secret places – and guarded more closely than your sister’s virtue. Well, almost. And that’s how we do things here at Brooklyn’s. We don’t cut any corners. We go out of our way to find the best ingredients. And we treat you like one of our own. Does all of that make our food better? There’s only one way to find out. Visit www.brooklyns.com, call us up and order.