When you're eating breakfast for supper, what do you call it? Breaper? Supfast? Sunch? Whatever it is, the Mighty Skillet is the place to get it IMO.
The truck was parked in Olympic Plaza during Snowblower and I was in some serious need of grub before braving an evening of shenaniganary. Lonnie T was kind enough to head on over and order my food for me while I manned my station at the event. When he asked me what I wanted, I said: "Surprise me!" And so Lonnie went on over to the Mighty Skillet, and when asked what he wanted to order he said: "Surprise me!"
So really, I'm not sure exactly what it is I ate. There's no website yet for me to even look it up on, but it was a box full of shredded potatoes, toast, eggs and ham I do believe. The smell alone made my stomach rumble loud enough to make a passerby look up.
I wish I could say I devoured it all in one sitting. It was causing my tastebuds to salivate enough to want to do so. But the come and go of folks at a booth ended in a portion of that yumminess getting cold. Boo. The good news, those shredded potatoes in the bottom were still worthy of drool. The bad news... the toast was not. If you're getting breaky to go, make sure you'll be eating it relatively soon afterwards or you might find yourself with some soggy toast. Nobody likes soggy toast. Unless the guys on the truck have a little paper sleeve? Hey Mighty Skillet guys... paper sleeves? If you don't have any, they might be handy to have on hand... just in case!
Once my dinner was done, I kept catching wafts of other people walking by with boxes containing nom noms from the Mighty Skillet. How do I know? Because they each smelled exactly like mine. *stomach rumble* And I may have asked one or two of them (the people with the boxes, not the boxes) to confirm... and let them in on the fact that they were about to eat something so delicious, there's not even a name for it (at least not when you ask them to surprise you and nobody actually tells you what you got ;p).
The End.