Midtown steamed last night with Manhattan’s Cooking Fair, spicing NYC’s spring at a 6th Avenue hall. Chef Tariq Evans grilled steaks as 400 chowed, a $15 ticket fest of flavors. It’s borough bites—pure Midtown vibe, stoves hot. A kid nabbed a bite; a pro slurped sauce. ‘Manhattan cooks—this is it,’ Evans says, flipping pans. The floor turned kitchen.
The fair’s fresh—April 5’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing booths by noon. Evans, a Harlem cook; last night’s crowd hit max—aromas flew. A latecomer nabbed a plate; lines snaked—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—food ruled. #NYCCookingFair trended; Brooklyn wants a fork.
Some griped—’Too hot,’ sniped a newbie, dodging heat. Trash piled—swept quick; grub held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea fry, splitting grills. Still, 500 stayed—tastes reigned. Midtown’s never sizzled so bold.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a market if spring bites. ‘NYC’s plate—this fills it,’ he says, packing knives. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets zest. It’s a food rush; catch the next. Bring a napkin—spices call.