Metro-Tech and the Marriott be damned, Brooklyn's past resonates more vividly than its present. Jackie Robinson and Ebbets Field, Nathan's and Coney Island all seem more real than Cadman Plaza. As the borough strives to slough off its working-class image, its myth endures. Which is why Brooklynites like the ones who run Lundy's, the revamped seafood emporium on Sheepshead Bay, celebrate (not to mention sell) their own legend. After all, countless egg creams and enough shore dinners to feed the state of Maine on the Fourth of July have slid down gullets there for generations. Intrigued when my Aunt Minnie casually mentioned dining there in the '40s, I headed out with a friend to discover whether her 50-year-old... More >>>
By Michael Kenneth Lopez
Like everything else at Lundy's, lobsters often come in the large economy size.