(clearly this post is long overdue.
It's been sitting, minimized on my desktop since mid March...what
have I been doing? Pshh who knows, acclimating. Going up and down in
life).
Today is my second favorite holiday. It
is second to Thanksgiving. At Thanksgiving, I'm usually thankful
there is a St. Patrick's Day.
It doesn't feel particularly like St.
Patrick's Day in Los Angeles. I called up my entire family. Each off
doing something St. Patrick would enjoy.
It was actually warmer for the
Chicagoans than it was for the Angels today. So in a way it did feel
like St. Patrick's Day here.
It's not so much a place with stone,
pub-like places. More like mobile, taco-like places. Just as the
industry progresses, so does the food. It moves. Literally. It's warm
enough to have trucks serve up summertime goodness all year round.
There is a whole truck food culture.

Instead of paying rent for a
restaurants in LA, these chefs roll onto the streets tweeting their whereabouts.
It rained here today. The trucks were
few and far between. The lines waiting were nonexistent.
A far cry from the days at the South
Side Irish Parade in Chicago, when rain or shine you cling to the
mobile stands, the beer stands, the portable potties. Most likely you
cling for stability. Sometimes to stop from spinning.
I headed to Santa Anita the next
weekend for a food truck festival held at the horse tracks. All these
trucks parked in one place.
Everything from creole to kohlrabi.
The meal went something like this....
Pork and Beef Sliders
To Die for Garlic Fries
Fried Plantain
A Solid Dog
Craft Beer
Fresh Baked Cookies
ten pounds. and worth it.