In New York City, the world is your kitchen. We eat on the train, in the park, in cabs, on the street, not to mention in restaurants. And you are never alone at it. We are a city of spazzes. Eating, talking, walking, scoping.
As we speak, or I write, anyway, I am eating a cranberry scone on the R train and drinking a coffee from the Mud truck. Portable food stands are essential to the NYC experience. Water dog vendors, halal food, coffee trucks, random meats on portable grills, any food desire and on any block is granted here. Can you imagine wheeling your job down the block to set up shop on the corner?
1 comment:
Pretty hard to diet up there I imagine when your walking into food all the time.
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