"Aryan Genie Brothers" used to grant wishes back in Nazi Germany. Thankfully, they went out of business when Hitler's brains went out of his skull. And even more thankfully, this delightful and woefully underrated eatery, is not named after them.
What to get: Pesto Arancini Balls, or any of them really.
What else: You need to put their balls in your mouth asap.
If they were the Aberdeeny Bros, they'd be from Aberdeen, Scotland, and would sell Haggis and wear Kilts, but aye, lassie, they're not.
I'm not sure what happened here. I was a regular customer, partly because my travelling companion was addicted to their Arancini, and partly because they crazily closed at 1am, 2am, 3am or 4am depending on the night and how busy they were. Which meant that long after all the other "good stuff" in Brooklyn was closed, Arancini were still sticking their balls in people's mouths for next to nothing.
If they were the Alligator Bros they'd have been responsible for the murder of the Crocodile Hunter in Australia. (Shudder).
Then I heard that they moved location to a Whole Foods Market in Gowanus, close to the BQE 278 and close to Sunset Park ish. So I went to check it out, and searched every corner of the store that they're supposed to be in, at the exact times they're supposed to be there, and couldn't find them anywhere.
If they were the Arable Farming Bros they'd probably live in Nebraska or Iowa and with a bit of luck, might support gay marriage.
I'm not going to deduct for this unfortunate course of events though, since I am still a big fan of Arancini Bros, in fact they make the best Arancini Balls I've ever slipped into my mouth and sucked on.
If they were the Arafat Bros, then one of them would be Yasir, and would sadly be dead.
My advice to you is that if you want to get some of these balls right down your throat, try a selection of the different balls on offer. Seriously though, there's the Ragu (with red sauce), the Pesto (with green), and then about 5 or 6 other types I've tried including the excellent Nutella. Every single ball was a real treat. A swollen juicy hunk of sultry goodness, Italian to the core, and filling your mouth up completely so that you can only moan and groan and mumble rather than actually talking coherently.
If they were the Aramaic Bros, then they'd be speaking a language that nobody can understand. Then again, can anyone actually understand Brooklynese?
If you do manage to locate them inside Whole Foods, and get a definitive idea of their hours, please let me know because I'd like to not miss them again. Since I have no idea where they are now, this is a review for the "mysterious location of the Arancini Brothers" until I'm able to locate them in Williamsburg, or Gowanus (where the Whole Foods is) or anywhere else, I'll just keep my lovely positive thoughts about them here.
And of course if they were the Arnie Bros, then they'd get their house maid pregnant, would take steroids, and would make every effort to git too dahh chopahh, nahhhw. Because eetz nahht ahh tumahhh. And deyahh eez nahhw bahhhdrooom. read more