quality fare
On the day that I've worked out how to get my commute down to 30 minutes, I realise why so many carts selling food exist in New York. These carts are the metal box thingys that poor-looking blokes heft around the city, even when it's freezing outside.
They look about as high quality as a 3a.m. kebabhouse - very dodgy indeed. Contrary to all this though, there's always customers for these carts. Nevermind the rain, sleet or snow or penetrating wind - someone's always buying something from them. And now I know why.
They are ridiculously cheap. I just bought a large coffee (replete with napkins, condiments etc.) for a buck. 60 English pence. Large coffee.
OK, it was probably harvested by tortured, blind Columbian children and fires that roasted them fuelled by their dead bones but hey - it's coffee for a buck!
They look about as high quality as a 3a.m. kebabhouse - very dodgy indeed. Contrary to all this though, there's always customers for these carts. Nevermind the rain, sleet or snow or penetrating wind - someone's always buying something from them. And now I know why.
They are ridiculously cheap. I just bought a large coffee (replete with napkins, condiments etc.) for a buck. 60 English pence. Large coffee.
OK, it was probably harvested by tortured, blind Columbian children and fires that roasted them fuelled by their dead bones but hey - it's coffee for a buck!
posted by Pete K at 8:57 am
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