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| - I was downtown doing some record a shopping at Revolver Records and killing time before a Suns game when I remembered that Phoestivus was going on at the Phoenix Public Market. I had been meaning to make it down there, but due to my career choice of Wage Slave (not as glamorous as it sounds) I hadn't been able to make it out to Food Truck Friday. Food trucks are so hot right now.
After perusing my choices of sustenance (BBQ, Hot Dogs, Po Boys) I found myself in front of a white and orange sparkly GMC. It was the Sunshine & Spice truck. I was intrigued with the options of stuffing rather traditional Asian fare into a burrito or taco. The idea of teriyaki beef, or curry chicken in a California style burritos sparked my interest, but I settled in on a mushroom burrito, a pink lemonade, and apple pie wanton (oh, they joy).
The burrito was a decent size for the price, but it was when you started maowing on it that you discover that it is a hearty wrap of tummy stuffing awesome. You know how sometimes you get a burrito that contains rice, that turns into a rice burrito? Not the case here. Plenty of killer to the proper amount of filler. Speaking of filler, the mushrooms worked as flavor sponge for the soy marinade. Tasty town. The home made guacamole had a nice way of pulling it all together. The wasabi sauce was really what drew me in to ordering the mushroom burrito in the first place. It added a very interesting flavor that set it apart from anything in the burrito/wrap lineage that I have ever put inside me. It was awesome... except for one bite where it kicked me straight in the sinuses. If you have gotten a bonus glob of wasabi when eating sushi, you know how it will wake you up. Woah. Other than the one bite that went rogue, it was good gastro-times.
The pink lemonade was pink lemonade. Wouldn't deserve a mention if the fiery redhead who took my order didn't ladle a few strawberries into my beverage. Nothing makes you feel more like a man than fruit in your drink.
Now we come to the best part of my food ingestion experience. Apple pie wontons with whipped cream. There isn't anything that you can fry that I won't eat (I proved that on a sex tour of the orient a few years back). If a crab wonton raped a McDonald's Apple Pie from the 80s (not this baked crap they have been trying to pass off), this would be the love child. Evidently, Goldschlager would be the god father, because this baby sparkles. No, literally. There was gold sparkles on my dessert. I felt so opulent.
It reminded me of a Chappelle show skit. I told the aforementioned fiery red head that they needed to add a tagline to the apple pie wontons of "it'll make your dookie twinkle," but I fear she dismissed my genius marketing.
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