I was watching a show about street food and they talked to a hot dog vendor in NYC. He started with one cart in the early 1980's after serving in the Marines in Vietnam, and said that by the late 1990's he had the most street carts in the city with almost 200.
Then Giuliani passed a law that each person could only have one permit, and he lost his entire business except for one cart. He set up by the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and got harassed by the cops for his location. He kept moving his cart a few feet to technically comply with their orders and eventually they arrested him.
His vignette ended with a shot of his hot dog cart right in front of the door of the Met, and he said he was going to keep working till he was 90, and that the cops still give him a hard time.
I can't imagine a more horrible, anti-human place to live than NYC. The time and money they put into harassing a productive business owner instead of solving the millions of problems that plague that place- astounding.
You just don't get it. Sure new yorkers live in a disease-ridden food desert with dependence on their betters for all basic needs in life, paying their life savings for the privilege of living in a poorly insulated box where the neighbors can be heard fighting, fucking, then fighting again in the span of a few hours, walking streets that literally smell like shit and dodging the absolute worst drivers on the face of the planet, but they've got good netflix. You have to be there to understand it.
"Just think of all the restaurants and museums! It's like living in your favorite TV sitcom!"