Truckin it

I was walking down 26th street by my office today on my way to grab some lunch and I had a weird flashback.

Back when I used to commute from NYC to work in New Jersey, my lunch options were slim. I didn’t have a car, so if one of my coworkers with a car wasn’t offering to let me tag along with them, I was either bringing food to eat... Or partaking of whatever was edible on the Lunch Truck. The Lunch Truck was basically grease on 4 wheels that came 2 times a day, once at 11am and once at 1pm to peddle its wares. At first I was a bit wary. Food off a truck? The only food off a truck I had eaten before that point, god help me, was a catfish sandwich with my ex while completely hammered in Madison, WI at around 4am. And honestly as inebriated as I was, I would have probably found my own arm to be gourmet. As it turned out, the Lunch Truck wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. My favorite lunch from the truck consisted of cheesy, greasy, chicken quesadillas... that I ate everyday, clearly knowing from past experiences (like the day before) that they made me sick to my stomach. Gosh what I wouldn’t do for some down home delicious lunch truck food right about....

Oh. Is that a truck outside of the Tyra studio? Does that truck say White Castle? Yep... That is fully a White Castle Lunch Truck. Classy. I wonder if they serve quesadillas...