“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”
― Orson Welles
We happened across Street Feast entirely by accident–specifically we saw a ton of (I assume) event goers decked out in 1940s dress with a military theme apparently heading into a venue once. Then I did some googling out of curiosity. Then I discovered the conglomerate of street food venues scattered throughout the city, one of which was nicely near our apartment. Meet Hawker House!
In winter the food is indoors and heat lamps keep people cozy, in summer the party moves outside to food trucks.
Burgers, brisket, tacos, barbecue, Korean food, deserts, Pizza, and mixed grill all mingle happily.
Hello brisket, my old friend. You have been missed.
Small Dog Syndrome 
There’ s a newish place almost identical to this in concept now a block north of Grand Central Terminal in midtown Manhattan. It’s fun to have so many choices in one spot.