Every Tuesday, my co-workers get excited because it’s Food Truck Day in the parking lot around the corner. To keep it simple, a bunch of food trucks pull up and serve the drones filing out of the nearby office buildings for their mid-day feasting. Tables are set up, a band plays and a good time is had by all.
I am often the object of ridicule because I had never once experienced Food Truck Day for myself. I usually bring my lunch so I have no reason to go to the trucks.
Today was a particularly busy day for me, with meetings from 12-1:45. I also forgot my lunch today. As I wandered back to my desk I smelled some garlic and the hunger pangs got me. I approached the young lady, who we’ll refer to as DJB. Normally I wouldn’t bother DJB while she eats, as she tends to snarl at anyone who approaches her food, barking at them like a common junkyard dog. The smell was too overpowering, however, and I walked over. The conversation went something like this:
Skeezy: “Whatcha got there, DJB?”
DJB: “Can’t talk. Eating.”
Skeezy: “Is that from the food trucks?”
DJB: “Your face is from the food trucks.”
Skeezy: “What does that even mean?”
DJB: “What doesn’t it mean?”
Skeezy: “Great talk, DJB.”
DJB: “Welp!”
At that point she buried her head into the Styrofoam container and continued to gnaw on her lunch. It was kind of like watching a zombie movie.
I decided that today would be the day. I was going to go and experience Food Truck Day for myself. I walked over and found it to be quite delightful. There were many trucks to choose from: Bera’s Cheese Steaks, Slammin’ Sliders, Chef Che’s Argentine Cuisine, Dosa Truck (“Ommm Good” is the tagline on that one), Papa’s Tapas, and a Tropical Shave Ice truck. This was the scene:
My first inclination was to go with a cheese steak, as the scuttlebutt around the office had been good. Unfortunately, they were sold out so I went with Chef Che:
I ordered the Milanese plate, which came with the strip steak, some of the garlic fries DJB was swallowing whole, and a tomato salad. I paid the $9.75 and waited. Luckily, Food Truck Day is not without entertainment:
I never saw a sign with a band name on it but what you had here was a middle-aged couple in horrible 80’s wigs and clothes doing 80’s covers. It was fantastic!
My food finally arrived and I walked back to my desk. I dove right in and was very pleased with what I was eating. I stopped long enough to take a picture:
All in all, Food Truck Day is a glorious thing. It has lots of variety, great entertainment, outdoor seating, and reasonable prices. While it’s not something I’ll do every week, I’ll definitely be back.
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