When you find yourself in Brooklyn at the corner of Fort Hamilton Avenue and 65th Street, you're not in the Land of Lobster but in the Kingdom of Clams. As we sat at one of the outdoor tables on a warm May evening, dining on the late side at a restaurant where most of the forking occurs before eight, the street was empty except for knots of high school kids strolling by, the boys in flattops or fades, the girls dangling ponytails. Across the intersection, Three Guys From Brooklyn —a brightly lit vegetable stand that calls itself "The Original Poor People's Friend"—was entertaining a final... More >>>