A week or two ago, my friend Neon and Shy (aka Tubadan, aka Dan–because unless you have at least two aliases, you ain’t cool) post about a cool street vendor festival that was going to be happening down in Philly, asking who all wanted to go. I read the post with envy, since (as much as I love the nook of Maine I call home) every now and then I wish there were more cool things to do where I live. Or maybe just more cool things to eat. In any case, I reread the post, and then realized that I was actually going to be down in the area at that time. I could go!
So Denisa and I did. Last night. We’d thought about taking the kids, but they ended up staying with their cousins, instead. Probably for the best. Not that it wasn’t safe, but I had no idea how many people would show up.
Tons of people. Oodles of people.
Night Market Philly was the name of the game. Probably fifty or so food trucks lined up on the road, representing all sorts of cuisines. Yeah, you had your Italian, your Mexican, your Indian, your . . . vegetarian hoagies? Trinidadian? Korean Tacos? There were lots and lots of choices to be had, that’s for sure.
I had gourmet pizza, Indian wraps, spicy taco with pineapple, frozen lemonade, gelato, creme brulee, and a macaroon. It was taste-a-rific.
Did it make me decide to move to the city? No. I think that at heart, I really am more of a country person. I don’t like throngs of people. They make me uncomfortable. It’s fun to have something different now and then, but I really like being able to go back to my little corner of the world where there’s only 5,000 people in town. The city isn’t going anywhere, and I’d rather the baseline be quiet and peaceful (and yes, sometimes boring) than non-stop excitement.
Anyway–thanks, Neon, for letting us tag along. ‘Twas an awesome night.
And now, I’m off to Sesame Place with the kidlets. Wish me luck. 🙂