Sorry to disagree, but the food here is terrible. ...

Sorry to disagree, but the food here is terrible. One example: this restaurant and its sister location in Manhattan pretend to be homey, traditional Hungarian establishments, with a touch of hipster in the addition of the "beet" business, which telegraphs kale-icity, beetiness, magical ingredients that will make you live forever cancer-free and attain nirvana perhaps in two years. The online menu itself is so quaintly ancient European you could just faint. So let's order a wonderful, satisfying traditional dish, goulash! Goulash is beef stew. Everybody loves beef stew. Except vegans, of course, but it's so all-American, and yet so Hungarian! Tender pieces of stew meat, potato, carrots, all so soft, they melt in your mouth. Mmm. But at Brooklyn Beet, the goulash is made with short rib meat. Huh? Why? Well, what's short ribs? Jewish people know that short ribs are boiled and made as "flanken", and oh man, so delicious. Short ribs are darn good BBQ, with dry rub or sauce. Tender! My goulash comes in a huge bowl, like I'm 3 people. OK, that's plenty to take home. What's that in there? Oh, Tine dumplings! That's nice and Hungarian! No potatoes then. No carrots. I want a chunk of meat. Grrrup. Can't actually chew it. Hard as a rock. How long was this cow dead? Every piece of short rib is so tough I can barely get my teeth through it. The gravy is nice though, but it's spicy...because they used hot paprika. Well, I know that real Hungarian paprika comes in mild and hot. The menu did not say spicy, I would not have ordered it with hot paprika. Or stone ribs. Guess what else is in there. Italian roasted peppers! Why? Italian? And onions. So I give it an F for fooey. They do give you bread with it. What kind? Arab bread. Pita that has been toasted. WHY??? Because it's hipster food. And I don't want any. Neither should you. Awful.