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| - There's a misconception about Kung Fu out there; the idea that Kung fu is all about martial arts. But that isn't the whole picture. Kung fu embodies much more than fighting. In fact any ability resulting from practice and cultivation could accurately be said to embody kung fu.
With that in mind, let me tell you about my experience with the Gorilla Cheese food truck. I was at the Lost Lake Music Festival, passing between the various vendors looking at a bunch of overpriced crap, when I spotted a gentleman in a Run the Jewels hat who looked deeply satisfied in his soul, eating what looked like a grilled cheese but with a inch-thick layer of macaroni where normally just a sad single slice of american cheese sits, with bits of meat jammed in wherever they could fit. I inquired, and he pointed me at a big orange truck with a gorilla on the back He couldn't speak, his mouth was full, but I could tell he was happy.
I waited in line for a bit (it was the longest line of all the food trucks, which tells you something there), and at the register I met a cheerful man with a generous belly named Jeff. I asked Jeff if it was his business, and he said yes. He clearly took pride in his work, and told me a bit about the sandwiches he had. I told him what I wanted and moments later a man called my name from inside the truck and handed me that same model grilled cheese as the other fellow. It has pulled pork in it. It cost $10, which, I dunno if you guys have tried to buy food at a music festival, is a pretty smoking deal for a sandwich the size of your head.
I was watching people with sad, cooling bowls of velveta shells with a handful of the kind of crap bacon you put on a miserable salad to make it feel like less of a mistake. I looked at my own sandwich and felt like I had been saved. It was delicious. It was an orgy of warm macaroni, toasted bread, pulled pork, and a dash of BBQ in my mouth. I inhaled it, and it satisfied me like no sandwich has before.
Jeff runs a food truck. Jeff makes cheesy sandwiches. Jeff's Kung fu is off the fucking charts. Five stars, and God help me if I don't die alone I'm gonna have the man cater my wedding.
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