|Entrance on Washington St.|
Was I ever wrong. As we headed in, we joined masses of people, wandering from booth to booth, which lined about five city blocks. There was cuisine from nearly every continent, and it took us 45 minutes just to choose where to begin sampling. The pot stickers from Vietnam were heavenly, as was the kabob from the Philippines. My husband really enjoyed having roti for the first time from the Trinidad tent, and I happily devoured my gyro from Greece. And we couldn't turn down a tamale from the Mexico booth, as the servers' enthusiastic dancing and vibrant costumes beckoned us.
This post is a part of Wanderfood Wednesday at Wanderlust and Lipstick.