With the London Olympics now over, I’ve come to the humbling conclusion that I’ll never be on the podium, unless I invent my own category. Fortunately, I think I’ve found it: the food truck chase. It’s part scavenger hunt, requires endurance, and a stretchable stomach.
photo from blogTO.com
This weekend’s Craft Beer and Food Truck Festival provided the perfect training grounds as they united a handful of trucks and local breweries at the Roundhouse. But the nature of food on wheels means unexpected things happen. Three of the five vendors faced mechanical issues, leaving just two trucks (Rome’n Chariotand Dobro Jesti) parked on the slightly soggy grass.
Despite a slimmed down food offering and non-stop drizzle, people were still in good spirits sampling Ontario’s finest local brews. By mid-afternoon the puddles started to dry up, and the outdoor spaced filled in. After waiting a little longer, the suds started swimming in my stomach. Maybe I could relay between the two trucks? That’s when I discovered a surprise contender, Fusia Dog, had come out of nowhere and set up a pop-up operation inside Steam Whistle’s warehouse.
Let the games begin.
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