Tom S.
Yelp
There's not much open around us. Out here in the nether of Crown Heights, two avenues away from the take-outs of Utica, we're pretty much limited to bodegas and Empire, which has become something of a second kitchen to us as it is for the rest of the block. Empire is a meeting place, a town hall. You grow to feel indebted to the family that runs Empire for the service they provide to the neighbors. They are upstanding citizens and they run an upstanding establishment. Their trade is Chinese, but they will make you anything you ask for from a hamburger to chicken teriyaki to the elusive french fried because the secret is that everything at Empire tastes the same. It all tastes like Empire, which is shockingly similar to the taste of home.