This morning, Paul and I met with a potential production partner (our fourth in four days) to discuss a series we’ll soon be developing for an interested broadcaster. Everyone we met to date has been very nice, seemed very smart, very capable and, most important of all, responded favorably to the script. One more meeting to go (next week?) after which it’ll be time to sit down and choose our dance partner. It’s going to be a tough call, but the sooner we make it, the sooner we can close our deal and get to work on the series bible and episode #2.
From there, it was downtown for lunch with Akemi and my friend Jenny who is on a 20 day North American road trip that has taken her from Texas to Alaska, through parts of Canada to – today! – Vancouver. She got in late last night and leaves (early!) early tomorrow morning, Seattle-bound after which…who knows? She’s a free spirit, traveling with naught but good intentions, three jars of salsa, and her mellophone. No really. It’s an actual instrument. Look it up.
Anyway, by the time I got to the bookstore, Akemi and Jenny had already met up and were chatting away, no doubt making alternate lunch plans under the assumption I had bailed. Fortunately, I arrived before they could enact Plan B. Instead, it was Food Cart time!
We let our guest decide and Jenny picked Fresh Local Wild for our first stop. We grabbed table in the back of the food truck caboose and enjoyed…
Not being a big fan of cheese and being a big fan of clam chowder, Akemi was a big fan of THIS version of the Quebec fries and gravy staple.
I love me a good po-boy. Akemi didn’t love it and, while I found the coating to oyster ratio was a little off, I did find it tasty.
Jenny, meanwhile, enjoyed her fish shwarma which was comprised of various fish (halibut, salmon – to name those I can remember). “Very refreshing,”I believe were her words.
“I have to pace myself,”said Akemi at one point.
“Actually, you shouldn’t pace yourself,”I advised. “You just have to scarf and go. That’s the way the experts do it.”
We finished up quickly and moved on. We were on the clock after all!
We bypassed Japanese hot dogs in favor of a double food truck hit: Ze Bite and The Reed Runner. A little of this and a little of that….
The addition of the apple slices with the pulled pork was surprising – and surprisingly delicious. The gazpacho was very thick, with an almost pudding-like consistency, and didn’t go over well.
The chicken was quite tender but, sadly, devoid of any seasoning. It’s too bad because it even had a touch (just a touch) of heat that would have made it sing if the dish had been just a little more flavorful.
But the plantain chips were the winner at this stop.
From there, it was a short walk over to Bella Gelateria for double-scoop gelato cups. Alas, no pictures. I was too busy eating.
And so ended our Vancouver food truck tour. So far, on this road trip, Jenny has encountered a buffalo, a black bear, and yours truly. Seriously. What more could she ask for?
Jenny was also kind enough to gift us with a Texan cuisine cookbook (chicken-fried steak with cracked pepper cream gravy anyone?) and three jars of Lone Star salsa. Sadly, no mellophone.
A great time was had by all. I suspect that the next time we meet, it’ll be on her turf. I’ve already started my research: http://www.fwfoodpark.com/
One more day to get your suggestions in for our next movie screening. What film will Cookie Monster have the “pleasure” of reviewing after Despicable Me? Post your nominations!