One of the classic pleasures of New York life is lunch from a halal food truck. Nothing says power lunch like a styrofoam box full of rice, iceberg lettuce and chicken thighs, topped with generous glugs of white sauce and hot sauce.I typically indulge in what we New Yorkers fondly term "street meat" a couple of times a month, usually when I haven't had time to make lunch the night before. It's cheap, it's filling, and, frankly - it's delicious. Sometimes you can't beat a guilty pleasure, and street meat fits the bill in more ways than one. It's pretty bad for you - that mayonnaise-based sauce, the oil in which the chicken is cooked, the copious amounts of white rice...but it's also just so damn tasty.
And if you doubt its iconic stature, recall the scene in Working Girl where Harrison Ford & Melanie Griffith talk serious business over gyros from a cart. Nothing is more New York than that, my friends. (Except for the scene where she gets splashed in traffic, adding insult to injury. We've all been there, am I right?)
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