That gaudy, burnt orange food stand is no longer the eyesore you walk by on your way to Midtown. Cuban Gypsy Pantry is your next street food obsession, guilty pleasure, lunch break etc. And it's hidden in plain sight, right on King Street.
I was recently speaking with a friend about our fathers. Like most conversations worth a damn, it was early in the morning and fueled by a couple pints of beer. My friend brought up a really solid point about my father that I’ve been thinking about ever since.