Okay, so. Here's the deal with food trucks.
They're a huge deal.
People talk about food trucks the way that kids at my middle school used to talk about Pokémon cards and kids in my elementary school used to talk about POGs.
"Have you been to WaffleFriedFish? We waited in line for four hours and it was SO WORTH IT."
"Oh yeah I went to that one when it was over in Ballard. Sooooo great. Xavier and I hit up TheAngrySkilletDotCom on Friday. I follow them on twitter so we always know where they're at."
"Whoah I need to follow them!"
Yes, food trucks are cool. There's a whole neighborhood in Portland full of food trucks and rumor has it the chefs within those tiny enclosed culinary micro-kitchens on wheels used to be really famous at that one restaurant. They, being purists, hated cooking for rich fat cats and decided they wanted to get back among the people and went down to Portland and started an unassuming food truck that serves the perfect, small-menu, precisely-flavored, perfectly-culturally-fused... food.
And I freaking love them.
That's what I've got to say about Food Trucks.
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