A Culinary Adventure Gone Awry: My Food Truck Fiasco…read more
So, I decided to support a black-owned business and treat myself to some delicious food from what I thought was a cozy little restaurant. Turns out, it was a food truck! Surprise! I guess I should've checked the menu on wheels before rolling up.
Now, I'm all for supporting local businesses, but communication was about as clear as mud. I specifically asked for my order to have not a trace of meat--I mean, I wanted it to be as meatless as a vegan's dream! The gentleman running the food truck assured me, with a smile that could light up a room, that my order would be meat-free. I felt like I was ordering a secret agent mission: "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to deliver a meatless meal."
After waiting a solid 45 minutes (I could've watched a whole season of my favorite show in that time), I noticed he served two cops before me. I ordered about 10-12 minutes before them! I guess they were "on the beat" and I was just "on the bench."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (I was starting to think I'd need a survival kit), the gentleman brought my food to my car. He was super sweet, but then he tried to overcharge me! I had to do some math in my car like I was preparing for a pop quiz. I felt like I was in a math class: "If the food costs $X and you add $Y for the 'special sauce,' how much will you regret this later?"
So, I finally got home, excited to dig into my meatless masterpiece. But lo and behold, what did I find? MEAT! Yes, capital M, capital E, capital A, capital T! After all that assurance, I felt like I'd been served a betrayal on a plate. $74 down the drain! I guess I should've asked for a side of "no meat" with my "no meat" order.
Now, don't get me wrong--the flavors were good, and the food was decent, but if you're thinking you'll get a vegan option, you might want to reconsider. I'm pretty sure the same grill that cooked the meat was also the grill that fried my veggies. Talk about cross-contamination!
And let's talk about the rice. Oh, the rice! It was like it had been in a race to the finish line. I could taste the burnt bits at the bottom of the pot. I had to throw the whole thing in the garbage. Almost $100 in the trash! I guess you could say I really "rice'd" my expectations.
So, if you're thinking about visiting this food truck, just be careful. It's a culinary adventure, but you might end up with a side of disappointment. Keep your expectations in check, and remember: sometimes, the road to flavor town has a few potholes!