The Blue Stove; incredibly busy on a weekday morning thanks to mum’s feeding their untameable children, business folk grabbing a slice of paradise before clocking in, and a lot of local Brooklynites in their tattooed, plaid shirts, ripped jeans camouflage. What strikes you on entry is the heavenly smell of baked vanilla, butter, and flour, mellowed out with an inkling of brewed coffee that Americans drink by the gallon. So what makes such an delicious institution tick? We talk to owner Rachel McBride about her tasty brain-baby.