In an attempt to launch a new series on this blog, I am going to dedicate each Friday to food—specifically, food served from a truck. You see, I recently won (OK, my wife and our friend won) a raffle prize at an event called “Trucko de Mayo” entitling us (OK, mostly me so far) to a free meal from more than 30 different food trucks in the Washington, D.C. area.
With that, I have the unique opportunity to sample a variety of cuisine while inhaling the sweet essence of diesel fumes in our nation’s capital. In doing so, I will review the vendors and dishes…mostly just for fun. More importantly, I hope to decipher whether the food truck craze is justified by virtue of the quality of their menus, or whether it is simply a passing fad to capitalize on our insatiable quest as Americans to eat in every possible location, venue and setting throughout our great country.
Since I occasionally watch foodie programs on TV and am biologically programmed to consume food to survive, you can rest assured that my opinion counts just as much as any other Joe Schmoe on TV who has ever taken a bite into a luscious carne asada taco only to be met with disgust upon recognizing that the “meat” consists of heavily seasoned shoulder fat scraped together from the butcher’s refuse pile.
Food Truck Fetish Friday 4: Tasty Kabob
June 29, 2012
Kebabs, or kabobs, depending on your spelling preference, are a form of food that appeals to the barbarian within all of us. When you see the word “kabob” and “tasty” together, and your mind automatically shifts into Attila the Hun mode: seek out kebabs and destroy them all…with your mouth. This is where it went all wrong.
Food Truck Fetish #3: Rolls on Rolls
June 22, 2012
Typically, when you order Indian food and ask for “spicy,” you receive a warm smile, shallow promise, and a paltry pinch of cayenne basked in politeness so as not to nuke your virgin American palate. At Rolls on Rolls, they do away with the niceties and follow through on the mission to deliver maximum heat.
Food Truck Fetish Friday #2: Borinquen Lunch Box
June 15, 2012
My Spanish classes from high school are just some of the myriad pieces of my memory that have been sucked into a deep black void in the time-space continuum. Or just depleted by cerveza. After eating the Tripleta sandwich from Borinquen, I remembered that tripleta is Spanish for AWESOME.
To celebrate my victorious raffle draw from the Trucko de Mayo, I chose Fojol Bros’ Indian food truck, Merlindia, as my first free lunch. Having satisfied previous cravings for buttered chicken from this truck, I had a hunch that my next indulging would taste even better upon tendering my voucher, which was good for a complimentary three-item platter. I was right.