A great thing about Queens are the taco trucks that dot the neighborhoods, catering to all manner of late night people. After several solid hours' worth of Leffe Blondes and whiskey sours the MTA (a corrupt institution*) decided not to offer us much of a way to get home on the subway--the third time the system's shortcomings have inconvenienced me at night in the past week, as they've no doubt screwed with any nighttime traveling for my fellow borough residents. So it's about two in the morning as we get off at the Roosevelt Ave stop in Jackson Heights, and I'm subjecting nobody but my patient girlfriend to a long string of expletives directed at the MTA, and suddenly I see the taco trucks on Roosevelt. A soothing aura pushes away some of the resentment. I took my place in the crowd of Mexican teenagers standing in front of the truck (there wasn't a line per se, people were just friendly and let each other take turns) and ordered a chicken taco as my better half did the practical thing and found us a ride home. That taco was made with love; the people who serve food on the streets in Queens are saints.
Likewise, my man Thiru--the guy behind NY Dosas, lower Manhattan's finest cart food**, is in a current episode of Rachel Ray's Tasty Travels show on the Food Network. The next showtime will be June 5 at 9pm; there are a few more airings left. I don't know if prime lunch hour lines can possibly get longer from more exposure, but maybe Ms. EVOO will do it.
New York is a great place for food; and based on the appetizing reviews and local food blog links at Matt's I'm thinking that Melbourne may be a food mecca I'd never known about. Whenever I go Down Under (someday, someday) I'll be sure to make the activity priorities as follows: 1. food, 2. film festivals. Curiously, one of the friends with whom I would have made my (dead-in-the-water) food blog--he's a truly dedicated cook and diner--hails originally from the town of Melbourne, Florida.
* I'm talking about the MTA itself, not necessarily the workers or the union, which were of course villified by the cowardly media during the transit strike here in 2005.
** I do also love those halal chicken-and-rice carts (in NYC street food hierarchy they're the aristocrats), but even the best of them can't topple Thiru from the pedastal. Also, a caveat--I haven't tried that famous late night hot dog stand down on the LES. Anyone have any other contenders to recommend?