What is compelling the art? The food? The drive to be great? Why don’t the haters, mountains of dishes, bags of trash and endless details required on the daily kill our passion? …..it is the love of the Game. The game is beautifully cruel and there is only one winner. None of this mamby pamby everyone is equal stuff….we have to perform…….there is no consolation prize in the food world. It never ends and each day is graced with new adversaries and challenges. So in our new found seat at the back of seat less plane we laugh in the face of death and invite more chaos. We are in the game and the game is in us.
We are made of legendary strength
Our ancestors have given us their blessings and their strength. Abdu and I come from a hard working fierce stock and this life does not scare us. WE HAVE INVOKED OUR ANGELS!
We are Passionate
In love, out of love, on the right or wrong side….life is very messy and we are OK with that…..we have a fire burning inside and our love fuels an infinite amount of strife and harmony. Fall, get back up again……fall…. get back up again….FALL! Get BACK UP AGAIN!!!!!
We Love Food and Feeding People
Yes we do. It is just that simple. When you smile or even cry after eating our food we feel a satisfaction that only few know. Thank you.
Worth the Wait?
So the food does not come out of the trailer as fast as you would like? Want fast food? Go somewhere else. We are just not that girl. We are the quiet girl in the back with a smirk on her face….mis-matched shoes and a bad haircut….give us a try and you will understand that raisins are better than cornflakes. Curves trump straight lines and the world is never the perfect just perfectly imperfect.
Last Friday night was crazy at the trailer; long line! Many orders….one small grill, 2 cooks and 30 orders taken in 30 minutes….food was not getting out fast enough…..it is hand prepared and made to order….I get stressed…I worry and Abdu tells me “do not rush …..they either get it or they do not.” I calm down, I am back in the moment, the hiss of the fryer and the clank of the bottles. Yessssss he is right. *This* is my magnum opus. This is my life right now. The children dancing in front of the trailer in slow motion as the orders go out the window and I am never more alive than I am now.
Our Croatian wonder Peter is running orders and like all good waiters is getting the pulse of the diners. ‘Love the food a bit peeved about the wait’…..OK we know that. As the crowd lessens and I am able to stop for a moment one of our first customers of the night walks by, a big smile on his face……”Your food was worth wait” ….that is all and then he goes…..I look at Abdu and we know.
Overflow
What are we trying to do? Transcendence? No. Escape? No. Relief? No. We want to give you the present moment through our food. A good moment maybe even a great one. It will not be perfect or fast….just familiar, warm and real. Yes we are delusional in our aspirations; I know this. But you cannot blame a raisin for trying to get their moment in the sun. We are off into another mind blowing busy weekend of prep, cook, clean serve and repeat…..and like Buddhist monks we gear ourselves up with nothing but the hope that each moment will be appreciated to the fullest.
Your food is ALWAYS worth the wait. Your regulars know that. For the rest, maybe you need a little sign outside the trailer letting folks know that you are a “SLOW food truck.” And encouraging them to stop a moment and celebrate the wait.
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