A surge in new mobile food vendors in NYC is causing crazy turf wars. From the New York Times:
In four weeks of business [parked in front of the MOMA], the couple has been threatened at the depot where they park the truck; cursed by a gyro vendor who said that he would set their truck on fire; told to stay off every corner in Midtown by ice cream truck drivers; and approached by countless others with advice — both friendly and menacing — on how to get along on the streets.“I want to be a good neighbor,” Mr. Di Mille said. “But I am nobody’s fool, and nobody’s pushover, and I should not have to carry a baseball bat on my truck in order to sell cupcakes.”
So far in Seattle—since we've always been sadly deficient—there's been plenty of room for new street food (though at that link, in comments, you will find the protestations of at least one local bricks-and-mortar restaurateur). Even the great Georgetown falafel feud remains a small-potatoes, provincial battle compared to New York, where per the NYT article, cart spots are sometimes sold on the black market, and fancypants new trucks represent the incursion of an entirely different class of people:
...the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck is driven by Doug Quint, a doctoral candidate in bassoon performance at CUNY. “The whole Brooklyn Philharmonic season was canceled,” he said. “I have to get through the summer somehow.”
Hallava Falafel photo by Kelly O.
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