I stopped, finally I stopped… at the food truck parking lot. Seriously, every time I see this crowd I feel like I am in Disneyland. Silly, who would have known that I would have ended up getting so excited about food, when I was “younger” food was only one part of my life, now it is a big deal. I wonder sometimes why this is, look, I am not overweight, I don’t have a problem with food (I have a problem with other things), but food is not one of them. Food just makes me happy, maybe it is the only thing that connects me with my mother, – oh no, now I’m getting too Sigmund Freud-ish, forget it.
There were many options but for some reason I got the feeling that Latin House Grill would deliver. And they did. These two little burgers here were so good that I stuffed my face in the car and wiped my face, got off the car, walked back to the truck and thank the chef who by the way was so happy when I screamed in front of everyone “oh my god, the best burgers I have ever tried” And please note I don’t do this to attract people which I rather stay AWAY from people, but he needed to hear this, I mean, chefs like that need their fair dose of recognition, seriously, is like people love for doctors and the more they fear death, the more they love them, for me, I love kick-ass chefs (so what?)
Latin House Grill (mobile)
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