It’s no secret that I love food trucks, and have been excited to sample their fare in Portland and New York. But possibly my best food-truck experience ever happened Tuesday night, right here in Albuquerque.
I have to thank my friend and neighbor Mary. A few weeks ago, she rode by on her adorable flowered bike as I was picking some tomatoes from my front-yard garden. “We’re heading down to Hyder Park to have dinner at Supper Truck!” she called, and of course I had to press her for details. I was tempted to join her right then, but dinner was almost ready. So I immediately made plans to get there ASAP. Because what could be better than a gourmet food truck combined with one of the prettiest parks in Albuquerque?
ASAP was not as soon as I might have liked. But two weeks later, we walked from our house to Hyder Park on a beautiful Tuesday evening. The yellow Supper Truck with its exclamatory red fork logo waited for us under the graceful elm trees. We walked past a multigenerational neighborhood soccer game and chatted with the super-friendly counter (window?) staff for a few minutes, then checked out the menu.
Arne was, apparently, feeling decisive that night, as he immediately suggested we share the cornmeal-crusted catfish tacos and the shrimp and grits. Since everything on the menu sounded good and I didn’t want to dither all night, I agreed – though I’ve only once or twice had grits I really enjoyed. We decided to order dessert later.
Dessert was worth the wait, and would have been in far more trying circumstances. Both were clearly better hot and fresh than they would have been if we’d ordered them at the same time as our entrees.
|Dessert photos taken in the grass, by flashlight.|
First we each tried a dumpling. More like fried wontons than dumplings, they were delightfully crisp, with a lightly tart apple filling. The salted caramel sauce was a wonderful counterpoint, and lick-the-plate good. (Did I actually lick the plate? No, of course not. I’m far more civilized than that. I ran my finger through the sauce and licked it off. Repeatedly.)
Then we turned to the Moon Bomb. Being one big sphere, it was not as easy to eat as the dumplings. The chocolate drizzle made it look pretty messy to go at by picking it up and taking a bite. So we set to with forks. “Wow,” we both said. The Moon Bomb is named for Moon Pies, but to me it was more like a big round S’more. The center was filled with warm, yielding marshmallow, and there was some kind of grahamy dough goodness and crisp panko and melty chocolate. And the amazing thing is, it wasn’t too sweet. The texture was so rich and decadent that too much sweetness would have been… well, too much. This walked the line perfectly, leaving us making little moans of pleasure without feeling like we’d pay for it later.
Before we’d even received our awesome desserts, we were looking forward to next Tuesday. I can’t wait to try Supper Truck’s fried chicken banh mi, pulled-pork sliders, and hand-cut fries with pimiento cheese sauce. I don’t know how much longer the weather will cooperate with evenings in the park, but Supper Truck can be found at other places: in Nob Hill at Tractor Brewing Company some evenings, and at Talin Supermarket’s food-truck pod on Wednesdays for lunch. Like The Supper Truck on Facebook to stay informed of the schedule. You’ll be glad you did.
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