Monday, April 25, 2016

Food Truck Fail

On Saturday, we went to the world's worst food truck festival. Seriously.

I had heard on the radio earlier in the week that there was a food truck radio and beer fest being held at a venue near our house, and mentioned to C that we should check it out. Come Saturday, we debated all morning whether to go or not because rain was supposed to start "in a half hour" (really, that was the forecast all morning) but in the end decided to go for it. We got dressed and packed up and headed for the venue. 

Now I swear that the ad on the radio stated that there was a $5 admission fee, which got you a sample of the food from every truck. Good deal, right? Well, the $5 admission price turned out to be correct. The free samples part did not. I'm still not entirely sure what my admission fee got me other than the ability to walk through the gate, because we were supposed to vote on our favorite truck and the best food, but also apparently expected to spend money on buying food from every truck. Umm. No thank you. I do have some semblance of a budget to maintain!

Turn out was very low, and the sparse crowd generally consisted of people wandering around looking confused. Given that I hadn't been able to find anything on the internet about this "event," I'm not surprised. That should have been my first sign to avoid it, probably. 

There were about 10 trucks dispersed through the area, offering a variety of menus that seemed ok in theory. None of the vendors seemed particularly interested in making their food or their truck very inviting - it didn't even really seem like they wanted to be there. Great marketing! We picked two trucks to try food from. One had wood fired pizzas (good, but probably not $15/pie good) and one had Brazilian-style grilled meats (a much better deal considering you got meat, rice, beans, salad, and a soda for $12) that was just ok. Bleh. 

Live music had been advertised, but the band stopped playing the minute we got there. The "beer fest" aspect of the affair was two local breweries with tents set up, selling beer in red solo cups. We tried one we were familiar with, and one we were not, which tasted vaguely of rubbing alcohol. I'm pretty sure C has made better beer in our basement. Sigh. Not so fest-y, after all. 

We awkwardly stood on the lawn to eat our lunch (other people had chairs, I wasn't prepared) trying to shield the baby from the sun and keep him entertained. It didn't take long before we decided to pack it in and call it quits. It was getting more depressing the longer we stood there!

On the bright side, we did have a family outing and get our butts off the couch for a bit. So not a complete failure of a Saturday, though I'm pretty sure I'm barred from planning the next adventure. 

1 comment :

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This sounds like a scene from Modern Family :) made me smile.