On Friday after work, Jordan and I went downtown to try something we had never tried before.
Something we knew would shrink
our his wallet s (thanks, Jordan ) and make our waistlines grow. Something we both jumped at the chance at trying since becoming fascinated with Food Network’s ‘The Great Food Truck Race.’
Indianapolis’ very own food truck festival.
I found the event randomly one day while browsing the web, and thought it would make for a fun date night. There were about a dozen or so food trucks set up in the parking lot of a theater, all within close proximity for optimal taste testing. Let me clarify, though- these were not the typical “food trucks” that you might visit at a state fair or event of the like. These food trucks each had their own personalities, themes and types of cuisine, just like you’d see on ‘Great Food Truck Race.’
We circled the lot once to check out our options, then got in line at The NY Slice, a pizzeria on wheels with an East Coast flair.
The long line moved quickly, and I was more than ready to order a slice of cheese when we got to the window.
The verdict? It was good. Really good. While I’ve never been to New York, I know that I prefer the thin crust New York style pizza over Chicago style, and this slice met my expectations. Nearly the size of the paper plate, I folded it in half and ate what I could before giving the rest to Jordan. I knew we had more food to try, so I wasn’t going to fill up right away!
Our next stop was Der Pretzel Wagen, a German-inspired pretzel truck very new to the scene. Jordan’s cousin was actually working at this truck- her friends own it and she thought it’d be fun to help out. Since she was able to give us the inside scoop, we found out that they are only about three weeks into their business- but they had a very long line the entire night!
The hot, soft, doughy goodness was bigger than my head. We ate it while mooching off of the heat lamps from the food truck next door, Big Green Bistro. Those pros came prepared for the chilly evening.
After standing under their heat lamps for a good 20 minutes, we figured we should probably support their business too. So, Jordan bought “a box,” which included a pork taco, a grilled bacon and cheese sandwich, a cup of tomato soup, and pumpkin creme for dessert.
Jordan snagged the soup from the box, then brought the rest of the food over to his cousin since both of us were pretty “carbed out” from the pizza and pretzel. We weren’t too full for dessert though- and I made sure we made one more stop before we left.
Scout’s Treat Truck is a food truck solely dedicated to dessert. More specifically, cupcakes. By the time we got there, a lot of the flavors were sold out, but Jordan and I quickly decided on a birthday cake cupcake, to share.
It included vanilla bean cake, vanilla cream cheese frosting and sprinkles on top. Even though I’m usually a chocolate person (that flavor was already sold out), this was, by far, the best cupcake I’ve ever eaten. Jordan claims that I ate the whole thing before he could try it, but I promise I gave him a few bites .
We sufficiently carbo-loaded for no reason at all- and I’m perfectly okay with that .
The night ended with some TV at home- AKA- I fell asleep as soon as my head hit that couch pillow. I guess that’s what happens you
‘re an 80-year-old living inside a 23-year-old’s body when you eat your body weight in carbs.
Have you ever eaten at a food truck?
What is your favorite food to carbo-load with?