Whatever damage it may do to our culinary bona fides, we'll just say it: the food truck trend is stupid. We love New York in part because it allows you to escape the car culture endemic to the rest of the US, so food trucks have always struck us as something that would be cool in, say, Kansas City, but willfully perverse here. And that's to say nothing of the ecological effects of idling a truck all day, or the gustatory appeal of standing on the sidewalk breathing exhaust while eating waffles.
So it was with considerable relief that we greeted the arrival of Dessert Truck Works, the brick-and-mortar manifestation of the erstwhile sweetmobile. In a spare but appealing space on the Lower East Side, they're serving up goodies like molten chocolate cake with hazelnuts and olive oil and brioche donut holes filled with glorious goopy Nutella. And they'll be in the same place tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day.