Quality Bay Ridge red sauce joint, crowded, noisy, and fun. Play the spot-a-real-Tony-Soprano game.

Jungle-themed dance club decorated with scary-looking cats. And that's just the clientele.

Bay Ridge's newest party place has named themselves "The Next Generation."

A Century for us all.

Standard diner fare served by Svetlana and her strictly Slavic-speaking comrades.

Beloved steakhouse with a special sauce that can put a sock in even the loudest outer-Brooklynite.

Omnipresent, upbeat chain has had your basics covered since the summer of ’69.

Blintzes and blinis scarfed by immigrant teenagers in too tight jeans, all set to a Russian hip-hop soundtrack. It doesn't get better than this.

Famous old school Brooklyn joint for sublime Guido food and fashion. Bring your muscles.

One-stop shopping on the cheap, just the way Middle America likes it.

Eccentric pizza breakthrough/dyslexia. Cheese on the bottom, sauce up top. The B-hurst kids go crazy.

Former coffee house turned live jazz martini lounge for sophisto-guidos who know where to take a broad.

Whole Russian families rockin' Fendi enjoy endless prix fixe, including bottle after bottle of Absolut.

Construction workers pounding beer and yelling for more fried clam strips. A cultural experience.

Step into 1970 and order up a Kaiser roll dunked in gravy and loaded with roast beef. A squeeze of cheez "on anything you pleez."

Fire-house-themed bar for cramped, cheesy, unintelligent fun. Say: suoltie dawg.

Middle Eastern stunner best excuse to visit the Guido zoo.

Brooklyn's/America's finest coal-oven pizza pies. Get there before the dough runs out.

Viva Vegas for retro dining in Bensonhurst.