A first look offered little clue: No name, no menu, and for the moment no one in sight. Only a roll of paper towels, and the bagged outline of stacked disposable cups, suggested that this cycle belonged to a street vendor and not, say, to an urban forager.
I imagine, in retrospect, that at this midafternoon hour the vendor must have been spending a few moments in conversation inside the neighboring Carniceria Hispanoamericana. It's the busiest meat market in the immediate area, according to another nearby merchant. Early some mornings, he added, restaurant vans pull up out front while Jewish and Greek well as Hispanic retail customers line up on the sidewalk.
Another clientele might be attended by a coffee cart; here the pick-me-up of choice is the oatmeal drink called avena (ah-Vay-nah, small, $2). Especially when served from a dipper, avena often includes little bits of oats at the bottom of the cup. This fellow's avena, dispensed from a spigot — attached to a sizable thermal container that I never have seen uncovered — is hot, pale, milky-smooth, cinnamon-sweet, and flake-free.
Vendor's cycle under wraps
37th Ave. near the southwest corner with 89th St., Jackson Heights, Queens
Most days, morning and afternoon