Good food, really slow

For those of you not familiar to Philly or many cities along the East Coast, I've that most of our work day meals come from food trucks/carts. These are mobile, miniature kitchens that usually have gas grills, steam heaters, ice boxes on the outside for drinks, they're really quite amazing in their own right. They can offer all sorts of food (on or around campus there are carts that do breakfast sandwiches, cheesesteaks, Mexican food, Chinese Food, on sushi truck, Mediterranean, Indian), usually make it fresh in front of you, and are usually quite quick. The food is usually cheap, moderate quality, but sometimes the carts can look a little sketchy/dirty. My favorites include Frieda's which is right across the street from my building, La Comadre which no longer exist but had an amazing potato and pepper burrito, and the Drexel cart that serves the Big Fat Jimmy (Fried chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, French fries, with marinara sauce, all in a hoagie roll).

Early this semester, Cindy and I tried a new a crepes carts (there are a few of those around). Now when I say this was a new cart, I mean fresh off the assembly line new (which is rare). We came a little before the lunch rush and had lunch crepes (I believe I ordered a sausage and egg crepe and Cindy had something that was spinach and chicken). He started to fix mine, and it was clear that this guy was new, he was very deliberate (aka slow), almost frustratingly so. But he was new, i was sure he'd figure it out with time. He started putting things together, and they were all fresh ingredients, usually mark organic. He couldn't multitask to work on Cindy's while mine was cooking and he had a hard time with someone who just want to buy a drink. After 10 minutes he was done with mine and started on Cindy's. While we were waiting, a line grew and shrank, we read the other options (the dessert crepes looked amazing), he had Cindy sample some of the sauces (which were amazing), I think I grew a beard, we tried to make small talk but his heavy accent made it difficult (I thought he said he used to be in finance), and at least 20 minutes from when we made our initial order, we got our food.



Our food was great, best polish sausage I've had since leaving Chicago. Cindy said her's was good, even though the chicken was a little cartilagey. But before we could try those decadent dessert crepes, he was gone. I was worried he already gave up. This weekend while reading the paper, j asked if this article was talking about the same cart. After reading the third paragraph, I knew it was him, although I was slightly off when I thought I heard him say he was in finance. That's close to jewelry designer/sculptor, right? So apparently he moved 3 blocks north and I had no idea. Anyway, I'm looking forward to finally getting those dessert crepes, though now that he's famous, he might be REALLY slow... maybe I can order a day in advance.