"I 'd been driving for what seemed days. Hunger ripping through my microbiome like supercross heroes and my guts the dirt. My sons been sleeping in the passenger seat, for longer than I remember him not having been listening to my long ranty hypothesis on how chickens/ducks could potentially revolve back into dinosaurs if the atmospheric pressure changed to allow the redistribution and altered concentrations of the earths gases and such... I was talking to myself it seems but since my gut was talking to me louder than my backwood assumptions of the mechanics of the universe.... I thought I 'd pull over and grab a bite. But where? Sonic? No, sugar coma and discount slurry meat not my thing today.. Burger King? Nope sames. Gas station grease kiosk? Better.. But wait!!!! What is this gleaming Red hot beacon of curiosity that lay before my weary eyes? On the side of a road leading to nowhere it seemed.. I saw a vision of hope. I immediately hit the blinker and split the roadside dust sea with purposed vision. Parked and pointed my flesh machine toward this gloriously crisp clean food station. On my approach I make 2 important notes to self.. 1- this truck is straight up a meat lovers paradise... and I am sorta vegan... well I 'm not like a Karen kinda vegan.. I 'm like a prefer plant based proteins kinda guy. I don 't really eat salads as my understanding of elementary microbiology restricts my appetite from craving too many items that house biofilms of unknown habitants.. As well, I try and avoid what I call discount industrial meats as they also can be full of unknown biofilms . Ehem... anyway history lesson aside now onto the math.. 2: the second thing I noticed was that this kickass foodship was being captained by a Marine veteran. This totally washed out all my potential fears of bacterial transference in a meat truck.. hypochondria being what it is, truth is, if you are not a careful and virtuous person then I 'm afraid handling meat products for consumption can lead to great problems. But... He isn 't a rookie at virtue. He is a tested and found worthy hero. So if someone would cross the ocean to defend my freedoms of luxury, with their life... WITH THIER LIFE! Then.. I think that they would not come back to the state 's to food poison me by mishandling food prep.. So all that to say, I proceed to order a family size French fry and mention that I am a veggie guy.. He was so kind and responsive to my need here that he went out of his way to make me a special treat that matched my hunger. That was a first for me. A really amazing feeling first. So I would say to him: fucking thank you for being kind And to all y 'all I would say: The French fries were the greatest fry I have ever had. I love fries. They have been my go to on the go my whole damn veggie life. I am judgemental about fries. Very. I often spend time hobby scouting the best fries in my reach. These win. Done. Huge load of delicious, perfectly, no perfectly prepared potato crisps. Serious bravo. I won 't even try to describe flavors here because you need to put them in your mouth and know them biblically as I have. Do it as soon as you can. Life seems better the morning after those fries. Just saying. Now their vegan throw together gift was this: Avocado halved with little filler/topping salad. Sort of a tart affair with hints of horseradish but that could also be because my palette was still wet of the uniquely mysterious fry sauce. What is funny to me is that this foody space captain made me as a gift, the very or very close at least, meal that I had just days prior prepared my lovely daughter when she came for a visit. Just to say that, this mobile meat alchemist didn 't just eye roll my vegetarian choices but on the contrary... He put as much care and compassion into his gift to me, As much as I had just given to my own precious flesh and blood. Well played good sir, well played."
