🙂 = There were roughly 30 participating trucks so even the pickiest of eaters could find something they loved! Large tented eating area available in addition to plenty of uncovered seating. There’s also a music stage and local bands to entertain the masses. It’s just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Yards Park and the U.S. Navy Museum, which are both awesome for the kiddos.
🙁 = Changing the little ones could pose a problem. Although there are plenty of port-a-potties at the event they are make-your-body-shiver-in-disgust nasty. Thankfully, there is a washing station available. Street parking can also be a hassle with the city blocking off a number of metered parking spots in the area on any given day for one reason or another. Or you can bypass driving altogether and jump on the green line and get off at the Navy Yard Metro station, which is only a block and a half away.
Notes: Truckeroo is a monthly food truck festival held at The Fairgrounds at Nats Park and takes place from April to September from 11:00am-11:00pm. The remaining dates are August 21 and September 11. The gummy bear rating above is for the event only. There are gummy ratings further down for each individual food truck.
Tips: Seating is picnic-table style so if your party is small then be prepared to share a table. Tables in the tented area fill up quickly so, if you can, while you are perusing the menus of the different trucks, have a designated table vulture at the tent to swoop in once a table (or part of one) opens up. If you don’t feel like eating there, you can always take a short stroll and enjoy your goodies with a view at Yards Park. There are a number of benches along the river, or you can do it up picnic style on the lawn. We always leave a picnic blanket in our car for just such an occasion.
In my last entry, I said that firetrucks are awesome. Its true. They are. But after this weekend, I changed my mind. Food trucks are way awesomer. Hands down. They’re the shizzle, man. Fire trucks are cool and all, but they don’t smell like awesome. You know when you walk out of a store and the kitchen vents from the restaurant next door blow out the smell of food residue which waft, inevitably, in your direction? Yeah. That’s what happens when an army of chefs congregate in their armored kitchens and brandish their equipment to see who has the biggest, uh,…spatula.
The parentals took me to Truckeroo on Friday and the Woodbridge Food Truck Festival the very next day (which will be detailed in Part 2). Me and trucks are like a mouse is to cheese. But trucks that magically produce food?! Shoot! My tail’s getting stuck in that trap every time, dude.
First up, Truckeroo. Here’s why it completes me:
- We’ve already established that food trucks are my milkshake – they bring me out to the yard. Literally…
- …It’s held in The Yards, which is my most favoritest place in the world. Held at The Fairgrounds, it’s right across the street from Nationals Park – home of the best baseball team in the country. Nats all day err day, baby!
- It’s a 5-minute walk from Yards Park. This place is my zen. There’s a mini boardwalk where you can take a relaxing stroll while looking out over Anacostia River. There are shaded sitting areas off the boardwalk where you can enjoy a book or, in my case, catch a quick snooze. Best of all, there’s a wading pool and fountain to splash around in with Nats Park and the river as a backdrop!
- The U.S. Navy Museum. BEST MUSEUM IN DC that gets no love. Seriously, you need to check it out!
- It’s just a fun word to say. Truckeroo. Say it with me. TRUCKEROOOOOOO!
Anyways, on to the food.
I told pops I wanted rice so he hit up South Meets East. Cool thing about this truck is you pick your meat (chicken/pork/beef) or veggies (yeah, right) and have it prepared as a rice bowl, burrito, or trio of tacos. He got me the pork rice bowl –Vietnamese style roast pork with carrot and daikon slaw, aioli, and cilantro. I took one look at it and said, “Uh, I said fries. Not rice.” and thought silently, “Guess what you’re stuck eating, daddio,” as he shot me his premium stank face. So I ended up munching on garlic fries with provencal sauce from Tapas Truck. The sauce usually comes on top, but my tapas homie was nice enough to put it on the side for me. And the cone container it came in was boss! It was like a french fry ice cream cone! The fries were spot on. They were the thick kind that I love. Crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside. On any other day, I would have tried the sauce (and devoured that rice bowl), but I was feeling gastronomically boring.
Dad ended up eating my rejected pork rice rice bowl and loved almost everything about it. His analysis: The pork said “I do”. The slaw said “I do”. And thus, formed the most perfect union. He’s so weird. The only thing he didn’t like was the loose jasmine rice. Like any true Asian, he prefers his rice sticky-icky-icky. Mom did him a solid and got what he had wanted before getting stuck with my rice bowl – a smoked angus brisket sandwich with a side of fire roasted corn from BBQ Bus. She shared it with dad. Well, the sandwich anyway. I can’t tell you how the corn was other than it was good. That’s as descriptive as moms gets. Either something is good, or it’s not good. So rejoice BBQ Bus. Mom said your corn was good. As for the the brisket sandwich? Pops took a bite and said he forgot his name for a minute. The tangy Carolina style bbq sauce, the tender and juicy brisket, and house-made pickles got married that day too. And it was beautiful. And with that, dad shed a solitary tear. He gets totally emo at food weddings.
We ended off with a Sundae from Townsend Sweets. We all shared a Make-Your-Own Sundae that we got with a chocolate and vanilla twist and topped with gummy bears, M&M’s, and rainbow sprinkles. The guy who made our ice cream was such a cool cat! I originally wanted strawberry & blueberry toppings, but he didn’t have them. So I got gummy bears instead (Hey, I rate restaurants with them. Why not eat them too?!). He felt so bad he knocked a dollar off the price! And man, I don’t know how I did it. But I destroyed that sundae without so much as getting a drop of ice cream on my dope Toddler Foodies shirt. The folks were impressed. And mad. Mad that they only got a couple of spoonfuls. And with that, dad’s stank face made a second appearance.
Peep ya’ll next time! PAYCE! [Drops mic]
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