The Lower East Side has lost its classic pickle shops--as hipster Brooklyn keeps pickling artisanally--but the old pickle trucks keep coming.
There's Mr. Pickle in his bowler hat and spats. And Ba-Tampte, which "means tasty." Both date back to 1950s Brooklyn.
In the mornings, when you walk through the East Village, you might see their leavings--buckets of pickles, bagged in their brine, outside the still-shuttered fronts of diners and restaurants. Somehow, the pickles remain miraculously unmolested.