dear brucie.
I love you so much. Don’t ever change.
Seriously, I’ve never had a bad meal at Brucie. I want to tell you that it’s terrible, and that you should never go there, just so I can be guaranteed a seat whenever I stop in. But everyone should make the trek out to Cobble Hill and check this place out. It’s not food that will blow your mind. It’s not even a destination spot, despite what I just said about making the trek out here. But it offers an incredibly satisfying, ever-changing menu of warm, unpretentiously reinterpreted Italian-American fare that’s perfect for sharing – my friend Mark and I once attempted to split an appetizer and two entrees, and I ended up taking at least half of each pasta entree home; that’s how generous the portions are. And though I’m pretty sure it doesn’t have a fireplace, it just feels like there’s one; the place just absolutely glows.
Most importantly it’s an exemplar of what a neighborhood place should be, and if you’re interested in exemplars, then come on over. And give me a call, so I can join you.
hong-an tran 