The Artist is controversial. He started as a Graffiti Artist (most people would say thug) and is now one of the most popular modern artists. Looking at the slide show on the BBC, my favorite piece is a statuesque lion, holding a whip in his mouth, and a ringmasters outfit on the ground. Urp!
I am a fan of the Taco Bus in Seattle. It combined memories of going to elementary school in a Crown bus, and then eating tacos for lunch while I was there in one handy food dispensary!
A whole flock of strange carts appear at lunch in downtown Richmond because there are shockingly few restaurants close by. Some are sent by great restaurants, some are run by strange loners--my family cautioned me about some 60 Minutes expose that showed carts parked in storage areas at nights, where rats and waves of insects had at them, but nobody I know has gotten sick yet, including me.
There's a Venezuelan empanada truck on the way to work, but it's kinda overpriced. Federal street in Denver, on the other hand, is filled with taquerias and pho places.
Yuk, I would never be able to have any food from any of those cars. I blame those Citroëns vans/ kitchens along the french provincial roads, that would sell you anything fried on virtually every rest area... back in the 1970's.
My mom ran a dental office years ago. One of their patients was a guy who owned a bunch of Taco Trucks. He made pretty good scratch, as he had staked out some prime locations- mostly late night blue collar businesses like laundries and such.
One day he told my mom that they had a big booth that they would drive the trucks into every so often, which would then be pressurized with bug killer- like tenting your house for termites. The trucks would sit in there with the gas permeating all the nooks and crannies like a giant english muffin. He said that driving out, you could hear the tires crunching on the thousands of tits-up cockroaches that the gassing had killed. They'd have to sweep them out with push brooms.
I can't vouch for the veracity of the story, but it makes for a pretty good visual. I still eat at the trucks if we've been out late at the game, or the bars, but then I have a pretty good constitution. But, I always check my taco for legs.
@Graverobber: We never had a single roach in any of our restaurants. We never had to spray either. Then again, every night the place was thoroughly swept, mopped, and bleached. It was steam-cleaned weekly as well.
There was a regular roach coach at the Toyota dealership where I was a lot boy. I hated that damn thing. The food was overpriced, the servings skimpy, and the rat bastard pulled in and fired off his frigging horn that would wake the dead. He honked over and over and over. I wanted to light his ass on fire. I hated him even worse than the Snap-On guy.
I got a rocket pop from an ice cream truck just two weeks ago. Partly I did it because I had cash in my pocket, will wonders never cease, but DANG. $2 for a rocket pop? Jeez! Never again.
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Me: "Political."
Announcer: "...political..."
Me: "Message, I bet."
Announcer: "...message."
The British are so predictable.
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*But obviously not well enough to recall his name offhand.
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I recommend Oklahoma Joe's, located scenicly in a Gas Station.
[www.oklahomajoesbbq.com]
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One day he told my mom that they had a big booth that they would drive the trucks into every so often, which would then be pressurized with bug killer- like tenting your house for termites. The trucks would sit in there with the gas permeating all the nooks and crannies like a giant english muffin. He said that driving out, you could hear the tires crunching on the thousands of tits-up cockroaches that the gassing had killed. They'd have to sweep them out with push brooms.
I can't vouch for the veracity of the story, but it makes for a pretty good visual. I still eat at the trucks if we've been out late at the game, or the bars, but then I have a pretty good constitution. But, I always check my taco for legs.
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I got a rocket pop from an ice cream truck just two weeks ago. Partly I did it because I had cash in my pocket, will wonders never cease, but DANG. $2 for a rocket pop? Jeez! Never again.
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