Picture a large parking lot with all of SF’s food trucks parked in a circle, beer, wine and spirits stations sprinkled in, some chairs and live music. Every Friday night, only blocks from my house.
Sarah and I went for the first time yesterday. We faced the paradox of choice. So many options, too little room in our stomachs. In the end, we made our decisions based on the length of the lines. The longer the line, the better the food. We started off with Chinese steam buns. Tender Pork Belly with Turmeric Pickled Daikon & Green Shiso, and Coca-Cola Braised Pork with Savoy Cabbage & Preserved Yellow Mustard Seeds. Those were a few heavenly bites…
Next, Cuban nachos: Cuban style chopped porchetta, tortilla chips, housemade white cheese sauce, Rancho Gordo black beans, crema, green onions.
Before we moved to dessert, we shared some freshly fried chicken spring rolls in a sweet chili sauce. Dessert really stood out for us. We stood in Rocko’s Ice Cream Taco line for a solid 20 minutes, so we should have known it was going to be amazing. You had the choice of (4) of their homemade ice creams to fill the taco, and (4) homemade sauces for the candy shell. I went with coffee Kahlua ice cream with dark chocolate shell. Sarah went Madagascar vanilla ice cream with milk chocolate shell.
Me, double fisting with a Magnolia IPA and choco-taco. Happy girl. (Like my new shorts?!)
New Friday tradition.