The old frame house sits a stone's throw from Sheepshead Bay, its picture window dominated by a lightbulb-covered sign that spasmodically blinks "Café." But the window also contains a more alluring come-on: a banked-up fire of lump charcoal, from which a tongue of flame periodically flickers. Walk inside and pass a busy kitchen, then a utilitarian parlor filled with long tables to accommodate the extended families that are the café's bread and butter. Finally, find yourself in one of the city's nicest restaurant gardens, comfortable and almost lavish, with green tablecloths and a white lattice fence. It's a great summer asset, though on a recent Sunday afternoon the sky opened up, drenching and... More >>>