Food From a Truck, Part One

Since there aren't enough ways to eat food on the street of NYC - hot dog stands, Halal food vendors, the soup man, pretzel guys, knish carts, ice cream stands, the roasted nut dude, kabob guys, the gyro cart, smoothie stands, et al - we also have a variety of "food trucks".  As fate would have it, two of those trucks managed to park themselves in front of Erik's office building this week. . .

First, the "Rickshaw Dumpling Bar" dumpling truck. . .

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  "Dump-Truck" for short.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Runs on a steamed engine.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Better MSG than MPG.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  You know it's not a Chevy.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  You know it's not a Ford.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Has an automatic trans(fats)mission.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  A fork in the road?  Nope, a chopstick.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Bigger than a won-ton pickup.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Lead in the paint, not in the gas.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Handles gingerly.  And sesame-ly.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  Complete with license plates and napkins.

It's a truck.  Full of dumplings.  And, for the record, the food was great.

And, on an unrelated note, congrats to us for our 50th blog post.  Thanks to our seven readers for your loyal readership.