Today was a sunny, acceptably warm (53) day which meant New Yorkers are required to spend some time outdoors. V and I decided to pick up some coffee for fuel and walk over to the Prospect Park Food Truck Rally. It’s held on the 1st and 3rd Sundays every month and has 12 or so food trucks lined up in Grand Army Plaza, which I refer to as Paris. Although the options ranged from BBQ to Lebanese to tacos to slushies, we both opted to honor the city of brotherly love and had Philly cheesesteaks.
Although we were buttoned-up in jackets and I even saw a baby in a snowsuit (equally as inappropriate as the people wearing shorts and tees), spring has finally sprung in Brooklyn. This year it took its sweet time, but I couldn’t be happier – it’s my favorite season for the neighborhood.