This summer we’ve had a steady stream of food trucks set up for lunch every day outside our office building. I think they’re a fun alternative to the usual grab & go cafeteria food, without having to go anywhere, so I’ve been using them frequently. There have been seafood trucks, BBQ trucks, Greek trucks, cupcake trucks, even a mac & cheese truck.
Don’t get me started on the Brazilian street food truck. When I first heard of it, I was like, “What’s ‘Brazilian street food,” fried monkey?”
Nevertheless, I tried it last Friday, and got a beef “pastel.” It was like a cross between a pastry and an eggroll, but filled with ground beef and spices. It was really good.
We were wondering if it was going to come back today and a co-worker asked me, “Are you going to try the “yucca" pastel this time?”
I was like, “Hell no! The name says it all right there. “Yucca.” Or "Yeeaacha." What else do they sell, “Fried Bleah?” “Toasted Ralph?” “Cream of Hurl? Yeah, I’ll take a big order of Smoked Heinous.”
I think I missed my calling. I really ought to be in Marketing.