On a recent Saturday evening, a small crowd was gathered around Yissel's 71 Chimichurri truck, eating avidly or waiting for their orders. A pack of children, all related to the truck's cooks, were playing with Transformer toys on the sidewalk. But one chubby little boy lounged by himself in one of the sidewalk chairs, texting on his cell phone with great concentration. Then he looked up toward the truck and shrieked to the girls who were cooking inside: "Ma said I could have whatever I want, and I want a chimichurri!" He looked like a boy who knew what was what. I decided to go with... More >>>