An hour later the place was teeming with hungry Greenpointers looking for their first helping of mac (please see picture left). The food was being served in these cute little tins, which look like war rations. I was at the bar and was totally pinned, so I sent a scout to stand in line and get us our free cup of mac, which was piping hot and oniony (new word!). But as nice as it was to get some free snacks, I couldn’t get it up to mac-off (gross, I know. But I’m 26 now and no longer care about impressions). Maybe it was because I was hungover from my birthday weekend or maybe it was because I was totally caught off guard by the masses, but I hung up my plastic fork after the Red Star and didn’t make it any further on the Mac-Off.
I am sorry I couldn’t continue on the cheesy journey, but I’m so proud and impressed by the Mac-off and all the people that participated! I had no idea it was going to be such a success. As I left the Red Star, there was a line of people going out the door and around the corner. From there, I headed toward the Garden to do some Sunday shopping and fought upstream as people poured from Manhattan Ave toward the bar.
Did anyone make it all the way? Who won?