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Street food, NYC

Most mornings on my way to the subway I pass by a group of street vendors preparing their carts for the day. There's a garage a block or two away from my house where they store their carts for the night. As I pass they're emptying ashes from makeshift stoves, or counting out the items they have left in storage.

One of my favorite things about travel is the local street food. I love sampling things from various carts, snacking throughout the day or in late night markets. It's one of the things I miss when I come back to the states, the quality and variety of street food.

That said, I rarely actually eat street food in New York. I'm not a huge fan of hot dogs, though I had a very tasty one in Central Park one or two years ago. I do fancy the odd pretzel when I need something to tide me over to dinner, and I once had a decent empanada by Bethesda fountain (though nothing compared to the empanadas served from a plastic cooler in Buenos Aires' San Telmo area).

My favorite New York street food, however, must be the chicken rice served out of a truck in Astoria. People talk about a cart in midtown, but the one in Astoria has them beat, hands down. Speaking of which, I might have to drop by there this weekend . . .