So naturally, we had to go check out the food truck-a-thon that was at the park around the corner from our house last weekend. You really can't go wrong with food trucks, a beer tent, live music and lawn chairs. Am I right?
We strolled up to a fleet of food trucks specializing in everything from Filipino, to Mexican, to BBQ, to straight up burgers and fries, among others. Diversity at its finest.
There was one burger truck called The Squeeze Inn that I recognized from Guy Fieri's Food Network show Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. Maybe next time I'll check that one out!
I ended up going for some shrimp tacos, which were pretty tasty. Gotta love a good fish taco.
The musical styling was festive and lively, courtesy of an acoustic guitar dude belting out everything from Johnny Cash to Zac Brown.
And of course, he was appropriately Northern California'd up with his long goatee and flat brimmed baseball cap. I'm sure he drove up in a hot muscle car. Or possibly a Prius.
I joke, but seriously - the NorCal stereotypes are in full effect up here.
I've seen multiple people running around with knit caps on when it's 95 degrees out. It's real. And ridiculous.
But again, I digress.
One thing I can say I'm loving with a capital L about California is the fact that we see blue skies and sunshine every single day.
Every day! It's an enormous and welcome departure from the climate in Kodiak, I tell ya. I already knew this, but daily sunshine most certainly agrees with me.
Look at that! Sunglasses! |
Now, I can't wrap up this post without mentioning the pièce de résistance of the evening. That would be the dessert food truck we chose to cap off our night. Oh, my Lord.
Two words: mini pies.
That's right. Individual mini pies small enough that you get that sweet kick you're looking for, but not big enough to feel guilty about indulging.
Personal pies? Where, oh where have you been my whole life?? And what a selection!
I can't even tell you how scrumptious the scent was that wafted from this truck. Just pure loooove in the form of baked goods. They had apple, blueberry, peach, cherry, buttermilk, and even savory pies with meat.
We opted for a peach and a buttermilk. And that buttermilk was ooey-gooey fabulous. I'd never had a buttermilk pie before. I'm officially a convert.
I'll eat buttermilk pie any day-o-the-week. I'd eat it with a fox in a box or in a house AND with a mouse. It was heavenly.
So, there ya have it. One of our first forays into checking out our local scene here in northern California. Where knit caps and ninety degrees go hand in hand.
And the mini pies are to die for.
Ta-ta for now.
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