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warm June, 2001 evening. 1:00 a.m. brings venues that house
a unique social interaction. Consider: Chicken, onions and
bell peppers cooking on a street vendor's grill. Poured into
a 2" deep tinfoil pan already filled 2/3 with cooked rice
and the other 1/3 with salad. Add 1 1/2" chunked Pita bread
on the top of it + Great hot sauce poured over
it all. Sitting on a concrete planter box and hanging with
people you've never met before in your life. Many different,
unrecognizable, east European dialects. A dark filled street
with an aromatic ambiance flavored by whispering characters
passing through. Suspicious deals going down. The works. New
York City at night. Missing this would be unacceptable. One
of the real colors of Manhattan.
Add:
food-delicious.
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