The food trucks on every corner [of the national mall] are operating illegally and under unsanitary conditions.
More seriously, this is a really bleak example of our lack of state capacity literally in the heart of the capital: organized crime operating with impunity because the government has no ability or willpower to stop it.
Frog_Totem on
>“All, if not 95 percent, of the food trucks can be traced back to three or four people,” says Christopher Johnson
The grammar here is bothering me
Desperate_Path_377 on
Lots of this stuff seems kinda flimsy or sensationalist. A food service worker “smoking a cigarette” is bear-shits-in-woods type stuff.
I will say though, food trucks generally suck. I remember in the Obama-era they were supposed to revolutionize urban eating. They’re almost always overpriced tourist trap vendors though. One of the cringiest Millennial contributions to society.
BigBrownDog12 on
>One afternoon in early May, I order a chocolate ice-cream cone from a shiny blue truck emblazoned with Bluey and Dragon Ball Z characters, parked directly in front of a sidewalk on 14th Street at Constitution. I receive a small, slightly lopsided swirl with a paper cone wrap that reads “Joy.” I purposely do not ask the price.
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The food trucks on every corner [of the national mall] are operating illegally and under unsanitary conditions.
More seriously, this is a really bleak example of our lack of state capacity literally in the heart of the capital: organized crime operating with impunity because the government has no ability or willpower to stop it.
>“All, if not 95 percent, of the food trucks can be traced back to three or four people,” says Christopher Johnson
The grammar here is bothering me
Lots of this stuff seems kinda flimsy or sensationalist. A food service worker “smoking a cigarette” is bear-shits-in-woods type stuff.
I will say though, food trucks generally suck. I remember in the Obama-era they were supposed to revolutionize urban eating. They’re almost always overpriced tourist trap vendors though. One of the cringiest Millennial contributions to society.
>One afternoon in early May, I order a chocolate ice-cream cone from a shiny blue truck emblazoned with Bluey and Dragon Ball Z characters, parked directly in front of a sidewalk on 14th Street at Constitution. I receive a small, slightly lopsided swirl with a paper cone wrap that reads “Joy.” I purposely do not ask the price.
>It costs me $16.50.