What's the big deal?!
This blog is a little late coming but the essence will always remain fresh for the experienced readers.
Last weekend I went with a friend of mine to NY to the famed "53rd and 6th" truck for some ,amazing as always, platters. As we faced some very unpleasant traffic getting into the city but we coped by discussing the platters of course. My friend's brother came along and was telling of an episode where my friend ordered extra hot sauce and immediately started tearing and nearly went nuclear after the first bite. hahaaahahhaha... I had to laugh at this, "if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen" in this case just go without the extra hot sauce.
Well now to the meat of the matter, as we finally reached there and went to the corner and started waiting the line was quite long as the customers were many. Not once or twice but thrice we were asked "what's the big deal?" as random visitors/tourists inquired since there was two other platters vendors in close proximity to "the corner". What could we say the big deal was?, the line in itself was self explanatory. If people are willing to wait so long for platters then there must be something special about it. Of course there is its the secret of the White sauce. The first of the groups that stopped by was a family from some distant land, we could tell by their accents that they were't from the tri-state neighborhood. They asked us "why is there a line here and only here, there's a guy over there and another one there?", well what could we say it is indeed the line that speaks volumes of this corner in particular. Then we waited and waited some more. After a short while another family came up and asked the same question and only fifteen minutes later decided they wanted to know about the gyro, I'm sure they left satisfied customers. Then came along a lady who seemed as though she'd been from and seen all there was of upper Manhattan and decided to venture to the lowly business area and happened upon the platters and asked us what was going on. Of course my friend gave an excellent account of the platters and the undeniable wave of flavor and spice that is emmitted and she was hooked. Surprise? I think not.
After sometime the first of the family's that stopped and asked came to collect their platters, I figure if your a tourist and in New York no less if you see a line get on it. I don't think just average people would wait on line for something, only the truly dedicated would wait and wait and wait and wait and then wait some more until they get the platter so desired. If your visiting NY don't leave without having tried it. It turned out that after having so many people ask us what was so great and incredible about this gyro that the very people standing in line behind us revealed they themselves had never had but saw the line and joined it.
Finally we got to the "counter" man and gave him our order and then had to tarry further to another cart just for drinks. To our surprise they had expanded and could no longer support the customers with just a box or crate of soda. Having gotten our food and our drinks we walked back to the opposite side of the street near the car and sat and feasted. Each of us ever silent delved only in our food and our thoughts. With nice layer of the white sauce accented by the layer of hot sauce we teared up and sniffled not because the food was hot in temperature or spice but because it was just so good.
So next time your in line and someone says what's the big deal? you'll know how to respond - "It's the platter man! best in the world! now get in line and pass the word."
Man just writing this has made me want to go out and get some. Who knows maybe i'll see you there. Off to platters I go but before I do here is a little something I wrote some time ago:
platters
a land far far away. a land where there is a brilliance of lights
everywhere u look and sounds unlike any you've ever heard. it is a place of entertainment, a place of commerce, a place of fashion, sophistication. but what is it that lurks in the dark places of this land. who is waiting for u in the crevices between the canyon walls. there is a cold and sharp wind and is speaks to all who pass. what it says only those who choose to stay and listen. those who share the
message they've heard given speak solemnly of the one of the greatest
experiences. what is this, this message....
"extra white sauce or hot sauce?"
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