Comments on: Famous Out of Bounds Street Cart May Be Forced to Shut Down

By: buttaflii

buttaflii — Fri, 23 May 2008 14:19:11 +0000

How dare the people complain. i like his food and its reasonably priced not to mention the closest you’re gonna get to homecooked food in the area. Sad situation hopefully there’s a good outcome.

By: AL@1PP

AL@1PP — Thu, 22 May 2008 15:47:52 +0000

Mamacita, That reminds me of that Seinfeld episode with George and sex and the pastrami sandwiches. I know smokey meat has an effect of my libido =P.

wayne: thats… kind of sick…

By: wayne

wayne — Thu, 22 May 2008 15:29:23 +0000

Mamacita, essence of lamb turns most men on, especially the Welsh and the Kiwis. Helps if you get them on the edge of a cliff so they push back. BAAAAAAAA!

By: Mamacita

Mamacita — Thu, 22 May 2008 15:02:08 +0000

Are you kidding me! I hang out by the smoky meat wind daily so it fully permeates my clothes. Mummmm I smell like roasted lamb… turns the boyfriend on ;-p

By: Rudy McBagel

Rudy McBagel — Thu, 22 May 2008 14:29:27 +0000

Thing with carts is you CAN SEE IT ALL

Not like iffy restaurants where out back they have ‘roaches chopping the veggies.

Carts ARE NYC food.

Fuck the so called fine dining high brow uber eateries, they’re full of the sort of fuckwit people you’d love to punch.And that’s just the women.

DOH = FOOD TALIBAN

By: AL@1PP

AL@1PP — Thu, 22 May 2008 14:09:16 +0000

I for one, do not appreciate the smoke from street vendor carts. Here you are, walking down the street after a lunch that has just about filled you up, and suddenly, the smell hits you. The smell of deliciously seared meat. It wafts into your nostrils at first, altering your senses, causing an involuntary production of saliva in your mouth. You can’t help it, like Pavlo’s dog, you’ve been conditioned. As you continue walking, the sweet aroma of burning flesh, eats away at your will power. You check your wallet, and that 10 dollar bill taunts you, says mean things about your mother, it’s infuriating. Just as you are about to pass the cart, resist temptation, and salvage your dignity, you slam that foul mouthed bill down, and walk off with that evil siren of seared flesh assuaging the tension in your mouth. satiated, and victorious, you suppress that feeling of guilt creeping up from your churning stomach. You see another cart off in the distance, You count your change, and quickly dash across the street. You get back to work 10 minutes late. Damn you smokey meat smell!

By: Lee Ann

Lee Ann — Thu, 22 May 2008 13:48:56 +0000

Funny how some of the dirtier eateries almost always taste so much more delicious-er…