I had been meaning to check out the Friday Food Truck show at the Progressive headquarters on Old Cutler in Miami for a while now, but I was always working and never got a chance to. It's the first Friday of every month and this first Friday in April, I was off from work, and I was in full attendance with only child. She actually wanted to go, can you believe it?
If you want to know New York, get to know its street cuisine. I learned it early. Growing up in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood, I would get a lunch of two hot dogs in steam-soft rolls from the guy who set up his stainless-steel pushcart on the corner of 17th Street every morning, rain or shine, Saturdays and holidays, summer-fall-winter-spring.
A few weeks ago I found myself in Seattle for a quick weekday trip. When I travel, solo or otherwise, I tend to plan my trips around one very important thing: food. In my opinion, discovering a city through its culinary delights is truly one of the best ways to get to know a place, and the Seattle food scene did not disappoint.
Food trucks are more than just kitchens on wheels. Even if the buzz around the food truck renaissance started off frenzied and then cooled a bit, the resilience of these mobile eateries is a testament to the fact that creative, quite literally chef-driven food need not be limited to wallet-busting restaurants.