For some terrible reason, Off the Grid, or a Friday night gathering of some of San Francisco's most sought after food trucks, takes place in the northern shores of the city. The small circle of trucks, much like Conestoga wagon circles of yore, hardly protected the throng of people within from the piercing cold winds and gathering mist without. Some strange polka-ish melody of the same couple of notes seemed to repeat over and over again, accented with bellowing foghorns. As evening fell, the queues took anywhere from half an hour to an hour to complete. Luckily, the food was delicious. After meeting failure at the San Francisco Street food festival, we revisited Kung Fu Taco and triumphantly came away with duck tacos with mango salsa. The duck was savory and good, and worth the relatively short wait, but seemingly something you could assemble yourself with the right ingredients. On top of it's mixture of Mexican and Asian food, the truck was confusingly also peddling macarons from Oui Oui Macaron, but never to turn one of those down, we both got blueberry and chocolate with green tea buttercream. They were incredibly fresh, with the perfect texture of smooth buttercream and delicate and chewy cookie. And then came the ordeal. Splitting up, Rosie went to Seoul on Wheels and Cheney aimed for Chairman Bao, the lines of both snaking across the entire area. Rosie waited in line for half an hour for a beef "Sammy" that was had flavorfully marinated bulgogi in Vietnamese banh mi style. Cheney waited for a whopping hour to get steamed pork belly with pickled daikon and pulled pork buns that seemed inspired by Momofuku. She was sorely tempted to get one of the shaved ice drinks as well, but by that time it was bitterly cold. In fact, once she got the precious buns, we retreated to the most confusingly arranged and overpriced Safeway we'd ever been in so she could finish eating them, and we could get materials to make basil gimlets. The pork belly pretty much justified the ridiculous wait time with it's obscenely good combination of crispy meat and soft pillowy dough. It has now become Rosie's mission to hunt down the truck in SOMA in order to get one of her own.
For some terrible reason, Off the Grid, or a Friday night gathering of some of San Francisco's most sought after food trucks, takes place in the northern shores of the city. The small circle of trucks, much like Conestoga wagon circles of yore, hardly protected the throng of people within from the piercing cold winds and gathering mist without. Some strange polka-ish melody of the same couple of notes seemed to repeat over and over again, accented with bellowing foghorns. As evening fell, the queues took anywhere from half an hour to an hour to complete. Luckily, the food was delicious. After meeting failure at the San Francisco Street food festival, we revisited Kung Fu Taco and triumphantly came away with duck tacos with mango salsa. The duck was savory and good, and worth the relatively short wait, but seemingly something you could assemble yourself with the right ingredients. On top of it's mixture of Mexican and Asian food, the truck was confusingly also peddling macarons from Oui Oui Macaron, but never to turn one of those down, we both got blueberry and chocolate with green tea buttercream. They were incredibly fresh, with the perfect texture of smooth buttercream and delicate and chewy cookie. And then came the ordeal. Splitting up, Rosie went to Seoul on Wheels and Cheney aimed for Chairman Bao, the lines of both snaking across the entire area. Rosie waited in line for half an hour for a beef "Sammy" that was had flavorfully marinated bulgogi in Vietnamese banh mi style. Cheney waited for a whopping hour to get steamed pork belly with pickled daikon and pulled pork buns that seemed inspired by Momofuku. She was sorely tempted to get one of the shaved ice drinks as well, but by that time it was bitterly cold. In fact, once she got the precious buns, we retreated to the most confusingly arranged and overpriced Safeway we'd ever been in so she could finish eating them, and we could get materials to make basil gimlets. The pork belly pretty much justified the ridiculous wait time with it's obscenely good combination of crispy meat and soft pillowy dough. It has now become Rosie's mission to hunt down the truck in SOMA in order to get one of her own.
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