Aunties Breaking Bread Everywhere wasn't planned — it was unavoidable. When the food at our family gatherings started drawing people from three neighborhoods over, something had to give. The kitchen couldn't hold us anymore.
What we built at 59 Weber Ave is exactly what it felt like growing up: loud, warm, and always full. Every recipe in our kitchen has survived at least two generations and a few arguments about who makes it best. We don't change them. We just make more.
This isn't a restaurant that tries to be something it's not. It's a table that's always set for one more.