After a joyous evening of curried tofu, scallion pancakes and mojitos at Gobo in the village with one of my best (vegan) friends from LA, Lizzie and her boyfriend Dave, Danny and I took the long way home, strolling across 8th street back to his house on the OTHER St. Marks Place (what are the odds that we would BOTH live on St. Marks Place, but in different boroughs??).
And to our greatest delight, there on the corner of 8th St. and University Pl. sat the glorious, the fabled... The Dessert Truck. I've never been but have always wanted to, and since D and I had eaten little vegan nothingnesses for dinner, we felt fully justified in ordering a little cup of goat cheese cheesecake topped with sea salt caramel and wild blackberries... which was pretty much one of the most complex, delicious desserts that I've had in a long, LONG time... and from a truck, no less. The goat cheese gave it an unexpected tang, which complemented the tart-sweet blackberries, and the caramel simultaneously mellowed and intensified the whole experience. Our restraint in holding off until we had found ourselves a cozy streetlit bench in Washington Square Park was admirable, and totally worth it, as the moment we sat down, a little group of hippie-folk started playing the Beatles' "Yesterday" on their acoustic guitar - and we tucked into our creamy delight under the stars.
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