After coming out of MOMA’s Mike Nichols tribute last Saturday night, I came upon a long line of people at the corner of 53rd and 6th Avenue. 40 or 50, at least, waiting to buy $5 plates of chicken and rice from a food truck. I asked one of the guys in line what the big deal was. “It’s really delicious, man,” he answered. “You’ve gotta try it.” Can’t be that good, I said. “It is,” he said.
I didn’t want to be a lemming so I passed. Everyone in line looked youngish. I can’t think of any other place in Manhattan where can you get a good meal for five bills. A Depression 2.0 special.
