Red Hook chewed last night with Brooklyn’s Street Food Fest, tasting NYC’s spring at a pier lot. Chef Tariq Evans slung bao as 1,000 chowed, a $6 plate bash by the water. It’s borough bites—pure BK vibe, grills hot. A kid nabbed a taco; a pro slurped ramen. ‘Brooklyn eats—this is it,’ Evans says, flipping buns. The stalls turned buffet.
The fest’s fresh—April 5’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by noon. Evans, a Gowanus cook; last night’s crowd hit max—sauces flew. A line snaked for skewers; cash buzzed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—eats ruled. #BKStreetFood trended; Queens wants a bite.
Some griped—’Too greasy,’ sniped a dieter, dodging oil. Trash piled—cans rolled; swept slow. A rival’s pitching a Williamsburg fry, splitting grills. Still, 2,000 stayed—flavors reigned. Red Hook’s never tasted so bold.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s plate—this fills it,’ he says, wiping pans. The fest’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets grub. It’s a food rush; catch the next. Bring a fork—bites call.