Three months ago, I bought a food truck.
Today, WanderLunch (yes, shameless FB plug) opened for its first day of service.
To quote the oft-quoted Jerry Garcia, what a long, strange trip it's been.
Frankly, I thought this day would actually never come. Between truck repairs, licensing issues, and general business and food information gathering, I felt like I was playing around for the longest time.
Until today, that is.
After spending much of Thursday and Friday working on food truck preparation, we rolled out and pulled up to the parking lot of the Cellar Peanut Pub at 8:00 a.m. Our first order was taken at 10:55 a.m.
In the end, five hours later, we'd sold 75 sandwiches, and poured a couple dozen cups of Cream of Tomato soup. The food truck has no cooling system, so we sweated it out in 90-some degree kitchen heat.
And it was so much fun. We played music, we joked around, we talked with people. Yeah, I'm wiped the hell out. My legs hurt, my rear end hurts, and my eyes are tired.
But, damn, it was one of the best days of my life. I have some pictures. Some I've borrowed from folks on Facebook.
A very satisfying day, indeed.
Today, WanderLunch (yes, shameless FB plug) opened for its first day of service.
To quote the oft-quoted Jerry Garcia, what a long, strange trip it's been.
Frankly, I thought this day would actually never come. Between truck repairs, licensing issues, and general business and food information gathering, I felt like I was playing around for the longest time.
Until today, that is.
After spending much of Thursday and Friday working on food truck preparation, we rolled out and pulled up to the parking lot of the Cellar Peanut Pub at 8:00 a.m. Our first order was taken at 10:55 a.m.
In the end, five hours later, we'd sold 75 sandwiches, and poured a couple dozen cups of Cream of Tomato soup. The food truck has no cooling system, so we sweated it out in 90-some degree kitchen heat.
And it was so much fun. We played music, we joked around, we talked with people. Yeah, I'm wiped the hell out. My legs hurt, my rear end hurts, and my eyes are tired.
But, damn, it was one of the best days of my life. I have some pictures. Some I've borrowed from folks on Facebook.
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| Early morning, parking the truck, the Cellar in the background |
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| The menu chalkboard, artist credit goes to Kirby Nelson |
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| Ann Hafar (FB) ordered the "Midwest of Eden", a Granny Smith apple-white cheddar combination |
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| Ruthi Rogers treated herself to the California Dreamin', a pepper jack, bacon, tomato, and avocado grilled cheese |
A very satisfying day, indeed.
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