We at Brooklyn Nom believe only the purest, simplest, least sell-out (you know, before they were popular) ingredients belong in a happy, healthy body. Our modest roots began in ADUBA (Artisanal District Under Bedford Avenue), in a small warehouse previously used to manufacture single-origin bicycle handles. Each hand-packaged cookie contains a subtle infusion of lavender and clam.
There were a lot of haters who told us this dream could never happen. But we were like, “Naw, brosef. If François Truffaut and Drake had given up, where would we buy our DIY hammocks and small-batch vinyl kale chips?"
So we buttoned our waistcoats, pulled up our non-ironic summer jorts, and not to humblebrag, but we made some outstanding nom nom cookies.
YOLO
The point is, life is full of new beginnings. And if you're beginning to understand that maybe this whole website and "artisanal" BROOKLYN NOM cookies are one huge troll, and that we've merely repackaged (with love and care) some locally sourced Chips Ahoy cookies we got at Duane Reade for $3/bag, you begin to understand the city you've walked into. It's gross, challenging, beautiful, loud, inspiring, busy, vibrant, uplifting, and full of hidden gems. There's something for everyone. Our home is your home. Believe it or not, we're happy you're here.
Welcome to fucking New York.
