An ice-cream truck1 just went down my street.

That got me wondering why there isn’t the same sort of instant-gratification model for adult treats, like street food.  Yes, I know I can walk three blocks to get mashafasticulakos on a stick from the guy with the cart, but the same holds true for ice cream and kids around here.

Which is to say, if a van rolled slowly down my street with a bell ringing and a speaker blaring “Singapore noodles! Laughing Phoenix Red Curry! Gado gado!”, I would grab my wallet and run with all speed towards said van.

There’s a missed opportunity there, is all I’m saying.


  1. whereby “ice cream truck”, I mean “dirty pickup with industrial cooler strapped down in the bed”
posted 6/2/08 at 7:00pm to Snark · 2 replies · permalink