If you're roaming the streets of Cambridge at 2 a.m., you have two options - go back to your dorm…read moreand sacrilegiously barf all over the perfectly trimmed lawn before stumbling into your room and putting yourself to bed, or eat at The Trailer of Life before going back to your dorm to sacrilegiously barf all over the perfectly trimmed lawn, etc. etc.
It is what it is. A trailer that serves greasy, salty, fatty, filling foods like cheeseburgers, sausages, and fries when you need them most. There is honestly nothing else open at this time of night, but why would you want there to be? The Trailer of Life does what its namesake promises. It gives drunk zombies enough life to walk themselves home only to wake up in the morning and regret everything they've done the night before. Like Batman, the Trailer shows up out of the darkness when you most need it, and serves justice. By justice, I mean eye-roll inducing cheese fries with vinegar (request the vinegar). Sure, the employees will hit on you in different languages, but maybe if you bat your eyelashes back at them they'll give you some extra cheese or the fattiest burger patty on the grill.
The Trailer of Life is also a gathering place for exchange students and locals, who seem to become philosophers between the hours of 1 and 3 a.m. I've had many a conversation with Brits, Indians, Americans, Spaniards, and Germans about racism, relationships, dreams, and the state of US politics while gathered around the warm light of The Trailer of Life. Bringin' people together y'all.
I'll admit I would not eat their food in broad daylight where my pride could easily find me. But for a snack in the middle of a drunken night and some memorable rambling conversation, it's absolutely perfect.
