Went out last night with the fellas--night ended around 12:30. I was walking uptown on 6th avenue, debating whether to take train or cab back to queens, searching for a slice of pizza. Believe it or not, I walked from BB kings on 42nd street to 6th and 47th and didn't pass one single pizza joint(so called gourmet delis that happen to swerve pizza don't count)--this must be the longest stretch in the city. I did notice a multitude of street carts. I was peering into the carts, hoping someone actually grilled his dogs (not a fan of water dogs), and noticed that everyone had decent looking kebabs. I was pondering the thought, when I noticed one particular cart, on the south west corned of 47th and 6th, actually had a few people on line--they were other cart vendors, who were packed for the night, stopping here for late night grub. I figured this guy must be good, and ordered in a semi-drunk babble, "Give me what's good" His english wasn't great, all I understood was, "lamb", "white sauce", "hot suace", to which I responded, yes, yes and yes. Anyway to sum it up, there I was at 1 in the morning, sitting on a gigantic cinderblock used to protect whatever building stands on that corner, chowing on a delicious lamb platter on rice.
I love New York.