Yum Bro. LB loves a name that fits properly. I'm about to give this Filipino-Asian chibog the review it do dasurv. If you see this food truck around holla at me - It's a must on sight every time, ya heard?
So wash your hands and get ready to dirty them right up. In all my downright diverse and delicious days I've somehow not plugged my tush down and chomped down on some of dis cuisine. This truck got a smell that makes your own cheeks melt. Makes your tongue split and saliva drip uncontrollably. I'm getting some kilig feelin' just thinkin bout it rolling up near my way again.
Lemme portray my purview for ya. Spend a day in my brain - Ha - You wish. You can pretend by play time always come to an end, don't it? Buncha clowns you are. But anyways... back to the basics Linguini. Where was I? That's right. It's 5:30pm my hands are up and I'm digging my right big toe into the pedal on my four wheel mid-sized car mobile. I don't bother with the breaks - There are none. Just big toe and motor controlling whether I roll or ride. Anyways hands up in the air, steering is for my robot driver Rambo. He doesn't exist yet... but I'm sure he will. J-Biebz is preaching about Yukon as if I ain't know anything about a Whitehorse. Shout out Gavin McK - six six six.
Anyways... I'm bustin' up a hill and midway through I convulse a little. My nagging nostrils zoom out 3D-style and catch a whiff of something worth sniffing. I immediately crash my worthless car into the nearest tree trunk. It falls over my hood and covers the rest of the street. Thou shall not pass. Whatever I'm now bookin my way towards is mine and only mine, sunshine. Daddys home - I see the truck. A truck I dear so near. A heart so large I can cut a couple pieces of and feed em'. But if I did, would it regrow? I'm no scientist... but I better speak to CRISPR bout this. Shoutout Casgevy. Sickle cell who? Yeeee.
I pull up on two wheels (my feet), like the bipedal I am, and wait in line cordially. I bite my lower lip a few times. Lean against a nearby lamp post. Stretch my glutes. Ooof I'm tight. And then I get a clear way to order.
I've probably had it all by now. Some of dat Huli Huli, Lumpia, Sisig. Pork skewers are my fav. Loaded fries slap. The flavas here are simply unmatched. Garlicky, tangy, lively. Juicy, tender and unique. Intricate and elaborate yet straight out of a truck and over a bed of rice. Color me impressed (I look good in neutrals). Never once had a bad meal. And each time, in fact, had a top meal. Probably the best food truck I've had in the area and that's saying something. Literally gotta go every-time I see it.
I can assure you that this is a sure 5/5. Top Dawg. Woof woof. read more