One might be tempted to call it fast food, but it was definitely not the former. Reading an old post lamenting dearth of organic/slow (heh) fast food I was reminded of Saturday’s visit to Williamsburg. Amidst the hipster slapfights, between a gallery opening and a visit for second dinner to a sardine-packed Japanese restaurant whose matron assured us that the 45 minute wait was definitely worth it, even if we were not worthy, we paid a visit to Food Swings. Peter ordered buffalo wings, Courtney a pair of onion/ketchup/mustard laced hot dogs, Annica a veggie burger, and YT got the chicken bacon ranch sandwich and a latte. No murder (or milk) around. I kneejerked “that is soy, right?” when ordering the latte.
My inner vegan hipster danced a little that night, I think.