Trust me to know all about food. There are a number of food trucks situated locally, fish and chips wagons, burger and fries trucks. Most of them have been anchored in the same spots for so long that they’ve added shaded, or completely enclosed eating areas. There’s even a tiny, original, brick, Dairy Queen store, that used to be on my route to work at my last job, which now serves up “Newfy Fries”.
This is a delicacy (?) brought up from Newfoundland, consisting of French fries, served with seasoned bread stuffing, and often cooked peas. I never saw the point of adding carbs, to carbs, and just stuck to gravy on my fries.
Apparently there are a number of more upscale food-service vehicles, affectionately known as gut-trucks, which remain mobile, and move from place to place, as the opportunities present. They’re not allowed at the Multi-Cultural Festival, or the Croatian Food Festival, or the Greek Festival, held in the parking lot of the Greek Orthodox Church. One or more of them show up at places like the daughter’s Cherry Park Festival, the Non-Violence Festival, or Afro-Fest, and move on to The Word On The Street.
To all these worthy causes, the City has added another festival (?), a Battle Of The All-Stars, food-truck display at city hall. No history, no heritage, no information handouts, this is strictly a commercial venture The city hall is U-shaped, with wings that almost reach the sidewalk on the main street, but the main body of the building sits back. The rear part of this open space is a paved area, sometimes used for concerts, behind a reflecting pool/fountain/winter skating area.
Recently, the city invited eight of these food vehicles to show up at city hall. They closed off three blocks of the street, centered on city hall, put supports in the pool and covered them with a plywood floor. They placed four of these trucks behind, and two on each side of the street, in front.
The trucks are gaily painted, with bright graphics. Access http://www.schmucktruck.ca, or any of the others, for menu and prices, and a list of upcoming locations. There is an Ontario Association of Food Trucks. I saw a rep. wearing an association tee-shirt, photographing and videoing all of the trucks with his tablet. Aside from merely the type of food each provides, most of them present some sort of theme.
One of them appears to be a big SWAT van, because they serve Sandwiches With A Twist, cold or grilled sandwiches with premium ingredients and side dishes. There is a British Bakery truck, covered with Union Jacks and bunting, which serves English meat pies, steak and kidney, ham and Swiss, fish and finger, Melton Mobray and Cornish pasties, which are not worn by Cockney strippers.
There was one rather plain-Jane creepy crepes truck which offered “healthy food.” I’ll eat healthy food at home, if the wife can catch me. If I go to a food-truck, I want breaded and deep-fried cholesterol, with lots of salt, and a beer, not Evian. I’m told that Mr. Schmucktruck, above, serves more than just hot-dogs, burgers and fries, but even they are Angus beef burgers and fries cooked in peanut oil.
They must have had a good day. It was supposed to last from 11 AM, to 7 PM. The son and I went down just before 6 PM, and they, and the Brits were out of stock, and closed. Feisty Jack serves fish and chips, chicken tikka, and a masala box. West of Seoul provides Korean and Asian street food, including a WOS Asian, Big Mac wannabe.
El Luchador is a Spanish name which means the warrior, or fighter. It’s the name given to the soap-opera-style Mexican wrestlers. The couple who run that highly-decorated food-cart, dress in tight black jeans and tee-shirts, and serve customers wearing the strange masks that the Mexican wrestlers wear.
My taste for Mexican food is what drew me downtown, and to the Luchador truck, where I was disappointed. They don’t really serve Mexican food. In fact, they don’t really serve anything I wanted. It’s a yuppy fusion-food wagon. See the menu.
The son and I walked several blocks to a well-reviewed, new, Mexican restaurant, but we, and all the densified, gentrified residents of all the new, downtown condos and lofts, found it, and every other decent downtown restaurant closed on Sunday. There were several bars open, where you could get pub-grub, but for that, we could have gone to East Side Mario’s, three blocks from the house.
We trudged back to El Luchador, stood in line an outrageous amount of time, and settled for the chicken (?) burrito. No mention of “cat” or “gila monster”, so it must have been chicken, Thai chicken, but chicken. For dessert, Kool Jim’s Ice Cream Truck doled out chocolate dipped, frozen bananas, banana splits, sundaes, and soft ice cream.
Overall, I was disappointed with this spew of crass commercialism, masquerading as culture. Sitting in the sun, on concrete, eating overpriced, pretentious grub, with hundreds of strangers doesn’t really appeal to me, but the paper says that thousands attended, and a survey says that most were thrilled. Me??! I’ve been there twice, the first time – and the last time!
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