Jane Phare looks back on an Auckland institution that paved the way for today's food trucks.
There's something comforting about the sight of the White Lady late at night in Auckland's city centre. In a city that is undergoing a bold transformation, with lots of physical changes taking place year to year, the White Lady is a reassuring constant.
The long, white burger cart has been around forever - 68 years in fact, and there are no shortage of White Lady stories.
She's there in my memory from my days as a young reporter at the Herald, working the dreaded 6pm to 1am solo shift. The last duty of the night was to deliver the evening's NZPA copy to the Auckland Star in Shortland St - creepily deserted in those days.
But there, every night, was the White Lady, brightly lit, a cheery face behind the counter, delicious cooking smells emanating from its interior. One or two late-nighters would be gathered round chatting. Sometimes I'd treat myself to a burger. For a cadet used to eating in the Herald caff, it tasted wickedly good.