HUNGRY GERALD

When HG was a little fellow during The Great Depression, street food was splendid and cost pennies–buttery sweet potatoes, Italian ices, chickpeas in chicken fat (“heiseh arbis” in Yiddish), chunks of pineapple, apples (of course, chestnuts in cold weather–still available in midtown Manhattan at Christmas), etc.. Today, there’s terrible dirty water hot dogs and doughy donuts. However, food trucks have arrived and there’s barbecuë, authentic Mexican tacos, Asian food (Japanese, Chinese, Malaysian, Indian, etc.) Busy, on the go New Yorkers don’t go hungry. Alas, Italian sausage and peppers sandwiches sold from Greenwich Village trucks have disappeared. Sad.