Kingston Bake Shop

The service is terrible, the food isn’t fresh and there prices are over priced. It’s not worth if

Great little hole in the wall. You may have to wait for a table, and it is counter service. There is generally a line. Know what you want. The breakfast special is delicious. I like to add cheese, mushrooms and onions and have it omelette style. Delicious bagels and rye bread. The slushies are expensive.

The service in this store is so bad and the owner is so rude that I would rather eat my own feces than walk into this awful excuse for an establishment. Please avoid at all costs!!!

Rated A by the NYC restaurant rating as you can see in the photo I took this morning while exiting Kingston Bake Shop this morning.
Fresh baked goods along with Breakfast & lunch, Coffee, Sushi and more
Very affordable

Prices are high but the kosher food is good.
Salmon was excellent. Good mashed potatoes. All were fresh.
The heavy marble cake was excellent and all gooey with chocolate.
Service was quick and we got the food quickly.

I’m in New York for two months, living in Crown Heights, and after settling in over the last day or two I finally set out to explore this fascinating part of Brooklyn.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love local, ethnic bakeries. I’m not sure a kosher bakery falls under the ‘ethnic,’ category; let’s call it ‘culturally specific’ and leave it at that.
I stopped in on a search for challah, not difficult in a neighborhood populated almost exclusively by Hassidic Jews and West Indians. They had what looked like a sandwich bar, lots of freshly baked goods, and a wall of breads.
I asked an employee sheepishly if they had challah and he said «Sure, what kind?» Um… there are kinds? I admitted complete ignorance, and this resulted in a mini-​lecture on various types of challah and a good piece of advice: show up at the bakery on Friday before Shabbat and you’ll have the best possible selection. «Come back on Friday,» he said, «And I’ll explain it all.» I promised I would. He also asked me when I’d last had challah. «Um…a long time ago.» «Where?» «Well, in Rome,» I admitted. There followed a discussion on whether or not the Jewish ghetto of Rome housed the oldest Jewish community outside of Jerusalem.
Anyway, for the time being, I contented myself with some challah rolls. And some chocolatey cookies whose name I don’t know, they were just what he picked out when I said, «I need something chocolatey.» I did taste some coconut in them, though.
I left in a great mood. Come on, how could I not? When I got home, I was in an even better mood: I discovered that I had received not 4 cookies, as I’d asked for, but 6. They, and the challah, were delicious.
I can’t wait till Friday.