Once in a while, lunch is
a matter of divine intervention. It is
a rainy Thursday, and I am wandering the streets in search of a bite to
eat. Suddenly, the clouds and fog part,
and I spy a vision of an azure blue truck decorated with the image of a smartly
dressed chef beckoning me closer. It is the
Trusty Truck, and it’s been on the streets for a mere two weeks.
I approach the window and
gaze at the menu. At the top, is the
word “Durgers.” “What’s a Durger?” I ask the woman at the counter.
“It’s a burger in the
shape of a hot dog,” she says quite matter-of-factly. Not just “a burger,” street food fans, but
100 percent All-Natural Black Angus Beef on a roll with a choice of
toppings. Carolyn at the window suggests
Shroom n’ Onion – melted Swiss cheese, sautéed Portabella mushrooms, haystack
Videlia onions with chipotle mayo. I
can see the flames dancing at the grill, and I inhale a smoky, savory
aroma. "What country do Durgers come from?" I ask. "Greece?" says Carolyn tentatively.
"I'll take one," I say with hungry conviction. The great tradition of Dawging has just gone up a notch.
But why hold back? I throw in a side order of Mac n’ Cheese
Bites, balls of macaroni pasta and cheese coated with Panko Bread crumbs and
deep-fried. With ranch on the
side. Yikes!
Hot, beefy, smoky, and juicy – a
Durger leaves your average dog in the dust. And those crispy balls of macaroni are
diet-busting rapture.
It’s a celestial
meal. Or, as it says on the side of the
Trusty Truck, “Five Stars on Four Wheels.”
Life will never be the
same. Trust me. The hot dog stand is as relic. You’ve got to try a Durger. Don’t let the
Trusty Truck pass you by.
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