I wish that was a joke. In theory, going to Governor's Island to try all the famous food trucks is a good idea. Not so much in practice. For the first Sunday in forever, we decided to be active participants in the real world instead of being hungover on the couch all day, and ventured off to Food Truck Fest 2010. Only problem was, so did the rest of New York City.
The line for the ferry to GET to Governor's Island was an hour and a half long. And the lines for the 15 or so food trucks that were there? Forgetaboutit. The lines on a football field move faster. After a solid hour and a half in line, and having moved approximately 30 feet, the trucks start running out of food and we're still 100+ deep in line. We decide to cut our losses and head back to get in line for the boat back to Manhattan.
JSmiles and I then see that the Mr. Softee line is only about 20 people long. Thinking that it can't possibly take that long to scoop up ice cream for that many people we wait in line, again. We think that Patty Shack is gonna save us a spot in line for the ferry back, only to get a call while we're 3rd in line, with that fucker telling us he's on the boat back. No Respect, Patty Shack.
All in all, I waited over three hours for a vanilla milkshake from Mr. Softee. Over four if you count door to door. A milkshake that I drank too fast and got a tummy ache from.
And oh yeah, we passed 2 more Mr. Softees on the walk from the ferry back to the apartment. No lines. Perfect.
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