Once upon a time, my father became obsessed with food trucks. Reading about them, following them on Twitter, stalking them around Louisville - he did it all. My mother, not understanding the obsession, became exasperated one day and demanded to know what was such a big deal about these "snack wagons". And thus, food trucks to me will forever be known as snack wagons.
Last night, the roomies and some friends ventured over to a nearby park to check out a few of Nashville's own snack wagons. I passed by them at the end of my five-miler , and was kicking myself for not having cash on hand. I'd been running for so long that I was actually hungry again! Note to self, plan accordingly for next time...
Luckily, the trucks were there through dinnertime, so we made plans to wander over and have a little picnic as the sun was setting. I hope they continue this tradition through the summertime, because I can see this becoming a big part of our weekends!
By the time we got there, two of the trucks were gone and only three remained. We were bummed to miss the Grilled Cheeserie, but the barbeque truck called Jonbalaya looked pretty good to me.
I was happy with my chicken tacos with cilantro slaw. There's always next time to find the Grilled Cheeserie! Or we could also finally achieve our college dream of finding the Grilled Cheeserie for a late-night cheese fix. Either way, I'd say my love affair with snack wagons is just beginning.