Sure, Smorgasburg used to satiate your eccentric food cravings, but, like everything else in this city, popularity got the best of it and now it’s a crowded, sweaty mess, populated with frat boys, tourists and out-of-town parents scrambling for the last bite of $12 truffled ramen burrito and fighting for a table in the shade. If you’re looking for a chiller place to sample an array of drinks and creative new eats while hanging outside with your besties, maybe one of these summer food fests will do the trick. Just don’t bogart the okinomiyaki on a stick.
I walked into the Mr. Bing pop-up shop in the old Bowery Station to find owner Brian Goldberg in his orange and brown uniform, taking a much-needed breather from the afternoon rush. He’d just been inundated by customers and was now down to his last portion of duck. “I’m kind of new to this whole New York thing,” he said with a smile.