My curiosity got the best of me and I edged my way through the crowd as I tried to discern that cause of all the commotion. I finally manage to get to a better angle and it was there that I realized that this line was for a food truck.
As a writer who focuses on many an Anaheim, Boston andProvidence Restaurant, I have gained a fair bit of notoriety. Along with thatnotoriety has come fans and the letters that they send. Recently a long timefan got back in touch. Reading this fans letter really woke me up about the affectI was having on others. First of all, the last thing I want to do is put anyoneelse in a bad mood. I never understood that my words were so important to somany people. Also, if my numerous fans start boycotting my work than I willhave no ability to provide for my family and no body wants that. Because Ialways listen to my fans, I have decided to write about things that I enjoy orthat I think are really swell. I must admit that the prospect of writingpositive articles was daunting. I sat in front of my old-fashioned typewriterand stared blankly into space as writers block firmly settled into my mind. Inan attempt to acquire some inspiration, I hit the streets to walk around andhopefully clear my head. As I roamed the streets I saw only a glass half empty.It seemed that I could not possibly think positively. I turned around thecorner of a dirty side street and was confronted by a line small crowd ofpeople lined up around the corner. I nearly bumped into someone. My curiositygot the best of me and I edged my way through the crowd as I tried to discernthat cause of all the commotion. I finally manage to get to a better angle andit was there that I realized that this line was for a food truck.
The Truck was a big and blue with yellow letters. There wasa counter-like opening on its side that was clearly the business end of thisoperation. The truck looked a little run down but the kitchen looked relativelyclean and the smell of frying onions and cooked meats was undeniably delicious.I found my mood brightening in spite of myself. I edged in to the line andwondered to myself whether this could be considered a Providence Restaurantor if mobile food operations fell into a category of their own. Finally I wasgetting close enough to the truck that I could read the menu. I scanned myoptions and grappled with the difficult decision ahead. I was immediately drawnto the burritos because they are so awesome but I had seen some of the burritosother people had bought and they did not look that great. Rather than look atthe menu, I used a strategy that I find invaluable whenever I go out to eat.Upon entering the restaurant I make a point of eyeballing everyone elses foodon the way to my table to get a sense of what I want to eat. Stay tuned for thestunning conclusion to my food cart escapade.
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