I don't know what it is about street-food, it just tastes better than the exact same food eaten on a plate, with utensils, like grown folk. I guess that might be part of it: street-food makes me feel young(er) again. That and the salt/fat ratio. I feel it really hits all the food groups.
Our absolute go-to street-food market is Smorgasburg (Prospect Park on Sundays between 11am and 6pm, April through October). We go there pretty much every Sunday around 5pm, when the crazy crowds are gone, but there's still enough time left to stuff ourselves silly.
Me at Smorgasburg in Prospect Park. I think what I am saying here is something like "when the food comes, you better move this, because I can't guarantee neatness."
Our all-time favorites at Smorgasburg include Homefrite, Red Hook Lobster Pound, and some of the newer additions: Mission Ceviche, where my daughter gets her chica morada fix, and the Raclette-stand courtesy of Baked Cheese Haus, with cheese so stinky my husband thinks the stench from my sandwich is the sewer and we have to move seat 5 times before we figure it out (I still love it. Every single time I get it).
"Something smells very bad, honey .... Oh, it's your cheese...."
This Sunday, however, Smorgasburg will get competition from a Pop-Up food fare on Seventh Ave in Park Slope. I tried to suss out what vendors are going to be there, but it was beyond my Google-ability (don't judge). Either way, though, there is a lot to be said for trying something new. After all, street-food is all about transience.
See you Sunday?
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I don't have a lot of shots of street food, mostly because once I have a carnitas taco in front of me all foresight is gone. But here's Matthew on a Brooklyn roof-top with an awesome mimosa. Good nuff?