I have mad respect for Harlem. Although the nabe has experienced some social and economic gentrification, it's still predominantly and comfortably black (a hue as scarce as hen's teeth in yuppified Bushwick) and the people are friendly. My friend Eunice lives in Harlem and I had yet to pay her a visit, so when I discovered the first annual Harlem Food Truck Rally, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to catch up with my beautiful pal. The rally was held this afternoon on Frederick Douglass Blvd and Jerk Shack, Mr Nice Guy, Luke's Lobster, Shorty's, Gorilla Grilled Cheese, Crepes Truck, Hibachi Heaven and Palenque all pulled in to fatten us up.
You're probably looking at the girl serving me the royal stinkeye and wondering whether this was a good time crowd. It was, despite the seemingly agitated Asian Janeane Garofalo (I'm in love with this photo, btw). We met a few folks, pet a few dogs, kissed a few kiddos and sat next to some friendly ladies and gents who let us gawk at their arepas.
Here's me at the Jerk Shack waiting for their infamous jerk chicken with my favorite fruit. There are a few of you on here who know why this fruit is a favorite of mine and I hope you read this and smile.
It may not look as immaculate and sexy as the Parisian crepes and the other food porn being passed around, but it was one toothsome tongue fucker.
Poor Eunice went vegetarian for Lent, so we sent her to the Gorilla Cheese truck. I'd like to imagine the Empire State building in the gorilla's grip is one big can of Cheedddaaa Whooooooo Chedddaa Whizzzaaay. Yep, still quoting the Goofy Movie in 2014.
I didn't get her thoughts on the chez toasty, but judging by the lengths of the stringage, we can come to the conclusion that it was probably pretty good.
We ran into the very chic, very colorful Paola Mathe and her fiancé. Paola is the creator of the blog, Finding Paola, which you should definitely check out. But don't like her blog more than mine. I mean, it might be the best blog you've ever read, but that doesn't mean anything, right?
We rallied over (see what I did there) to the crepes truck to end our little food crawl.
Eunice ordered Le Triomphe, a crepe with strawberries, bananas and Nutella. I had a few bites. Simply the best.
I'd like to think I captured a beautiful moment between owner and companion. I wish I told this woman about the photo, but I was too afraid she'd be mad at me snapping sneaky pics like the chick in photo two.
Wrapping up the day, we headed over to Bier for a few mimosas. The staff at Bier was extraaaaaaa. Our waitress was drunk, or at least that's how she seemed once she switched over to a British accent. Our bartender joined in on our impromptu bitchfest, which was awesome. Her ex-boyfriend had sent her a snapchat of him and his new girlfriend gettin freaky, which warranted a little bitching. It was all in good fun and all in all it was a great day. Thank you, Eunice and Harlem!
The Miserable New Yorker is tired of eating all of the time because she isn't creative enough to find other interests that might interest you. If you know of any NYC happenings that don't involve brunch or other foods, let the Miserable New Yorker know through her contact page.
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