RX: "The Scratch Truck's at 49th and College right now! Do you want to go?"
Me: "Uh, Okay?"
RX: "Ever had a 1/3rd-lb. burger with bacon marmalade and Gorgonzola, cooked to order?"
Me: "Let's go!"
So we went.
The Scratch Truck is an example of the modern upscale food truck. Everything is cooked to spec right there, the menu is limited and rotates from week to week, and the food is delicious. Seriously. One of the best burgers I've ever had. Plus, I was supporting classic entrepreneurship: Dude gets laid off from his regular gig, and starts an awesome new business.
While waiting for our food to be cooked, we wandered across the sidewalk and ogled the cool bike chained to the equally cool bike rack outside the Upland Brewing Co.'s tasting room:
Before you know it, we were called over and handed two boxes of delicious food to take home and devour. And it was good. You should try it if you get the chance.
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Sooooooooo jealous. And now I must go look for recipe's for bacon marmalade on the computer...
Looks like Our Hero has improved on the classic Roach Coach.
Ah, yes, memories...when I was in Uncle Sam's Canoe Club, one of the Petty Officers of the Watch got in a lot of trouble for announcing over the 1MC that "the Roach Coach has made its approach". The Captain was not amused...
cap'n chumbucket
So, it's not enough that you are drowning in great dining choices in Broad Ripple but you have mobile eateries driving around for Seth and Jared to stumble out of a Broad Ripple joint and get a burger?
This future world of yours sure is strange, but oddly tasty.
Shootin' Buddy
So it's basically a very thick BBQ sauce? Or am I missing something here?
Think more bacon and less ketchup/vinegar; think of it as spreadable bacon and spices.
I've had Sratchtruck food three times now. It's consistently good! The truck interior is a classic stainless-steel diner kitchen, gleaming and organized like the galley on a submarine.
Captain Chum: :) Thanks for the memories.
The 1MC in port was among the best of our minor entertainments.
"Now here this, the gedunk wagon is on the pier."
"Now here this, all hands are reminded to watch their language; there's, err, females aboard."
At sea, the damn thing was hated as a device the Old Man liked to use for getting you out of your rack for drills about 30 minutes after you secured from mid-watch.
BTW, the kewl bike was a Pashley Guv'Nor; I'm kinda likin' their Princess Sovereign. Both are very old designs, nicely executed.
Your writing about food marks you as a woman after my own heart, but how do you and Bobbi manage to avoid developing your own gravitational fields as a result of eating such rich chow? I guess all the bike riding helps...
@Jim:
Ah, yes, the good ol' yachting days...at sea, water hours (limited time to shower, for all you 'lubbers), taking a proper "Navy shower", all soaped up, and CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! the General Alarm starts beating your ears in--Battle Stations! And the snipes (engineering) being the gentle, considerate people they are, at the first CLANG! cut off the water to the showers. So here you are, soap in your eyes, having to jump out, towel down as best you can, get into your uniform, and make your way through the now dogged-down hatches to your battle station.
Lotsa laughs...wouldn't have missed it for anything.
cap'n chumbucket
"here this" ??
The homonymal error is a sure sign of senility, hull down but closing on a steady bearing.
Worst thing to hear on the 1MC: "This is not a drill. General Quarters, General Quarters. All hands man your Battle Stations."
Thankfully I only heard that one time, less than 5 minutes after finishing a 4 hour General Quarters drill...
Now to find some prop wash and a pad-eye wrench.
I can't do it just now, but it's tempting to help the right someone bankroll a phó truck, and be a test subject/silent partner.
So here you are, soap in your eyes, having to jump out, towel down as best you can, get into your uniform, and make your way through the now dogged-down hatches to your battle station.
Getting dressed first wastes time. Every time I hear the "women on submarines" debate, I think of seeing a guy show up in Control wearing a towel and carrying his uniform (including shoes and skivvies). He set up his plot, reported ready, and then got dressed.
Worst thing to hear on the 1MC: "This is not a drill. General Quarters, General Quarters. All hands man your Battle Stations."
I always thought the worst thing to hear over the 1MC was "Torpedo in the water." And then one day....
Somewhere around halfway between Hawaii and Japan, cruising along a few hundred feet below the surface. I'm in my rack, sound asleep, and am awakened by "All hands prepare to abandon ship." Got my attention, all right....
Believe it or not, the sight of a naked dude doesn't turn us to stone or anything.
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