Grinding Co of America

Before the docs at the ER repair your thumb with the missing tip that was lopped off by your dull chef’s knife, head down to Brooklyn to get your knives sharpened at the Grinding Company.
Not the no sleep till Brooklyn, rather the you’ve crossed the Hanover Street bridge into another Wire inspiring planet flanked by the Cherry Hill housing project Brooklyn.
Once inside, you pass the10 minute wait by listening to the cranked sports talk radio, admiring the garden tools and trays of cutlery waiting for the grinding stone, and watching platoons of industrious workers hustle to get hundreds of knives sharpened before they are returned to their respective restaurants for dinner service.
Look, when your knife can’t glide through a tomato, it is time to cough up $ 20 and get the entire block sharpened. Your home sharpener isn’t remotely as good as the Grinding Company’s service. GPS will painlessly get you here, and sketchy locals aren’t going to mess with a dude carrying 9 knives back and forth from the car.