This is a cart across the street from my office. These guys are the best. They make mornings more tolerable. I don’t order something from them every day or even every week, but sometimes I’ll stop by and get “one egg, one piece of cheese, on whole wheat toast, please.” And it’s GOOD.
…I wonder how they feel about their jobs? If they’re happy or sad or if this is just an inbetween thing.
Don’t be surprised if you start seeing posts about how I’ve stopped people on the street to photograph them and interview them about their lives and their work. Ahem.