Frank W.
Yelp
My friend and I went to Dollar Hits as part of our exploration of Jackson Heights. I want to go back. Although that would violate an unspoken rule of our project, sampling as much as we can of the bounty of this most diverse neighborhood of the most diverse borough of the most diverse city of the greatest nation on the globe (I am not bashful in this exuberance, and I say that aware not everyone will celebrate as I do this sheer multiplicity and dynamism, as cultures come into contact and are changed), I feel we could try even more dishes consistent with that same ethos. Filipino cuisine also is itself, in a microcosm, syncretic: a leading history of Filipino Americans is entitled the Latinos of Asia, with a subtitle about how they "break the rules of race." The bonus is Dollar Hits is, like so much else to be savored within earshot of the subway running above, a cacophony that serves as the soundtrack of street life, cheap, a word to be celebrated and not ashamed of.
We each had several skewers. Those are great. You could make a meal of them. I also had a main course of tilapia. That was crisp and savory.
Dollar Hits, if you care about street food at all, is famous. They don't need me to celebrate them, because they have the cachet of celebrity. But their success has not ruined them. That is so important. You would have no sense of pretension. If anyone walked in who was high-falutin, they would not feel at home. This is, like diversity, also democracy in action. This is what ordinary folks eat and enjoy. It does not need any approval from a foodie influencer or professional critic. It is what it is. And that is to be applauded. When I have out of town visitors next, as happens when you are lucky to live in New York City, I will bring them here. We will feast.