I’m sneaking in this blog post while I wait for dinner to be served.
I’m at Off The Grid, a weekly event in which food trucks from around the San Francisco Bay Area roll into a disused parking lot in Haight-Ashbury, park in a “U,” and sell their wares.
Right now, I’m waiting for Ahi sliders with wasabi aioli from Curbside. A motto stenciled on their shiny aluminum Land Yacht reads, “don’t make me pull this kitchen over.”
There are 9 other trucks here offering everything from cupcakes to Vietnamese street food. I try to swing by here on Thursdays after work when time permits The sisig rice plate I had last week was tasty, but fatty. The balsamic caramel cupcakes were delightful. And fatty.
However, this isn’t a blog post about food. To me, Off The Grid represents what I love about San Francisco; it’s familiar, yet unexpected. Yes, there’s an unlikely assortment of cuisine and a predictable hipster retinue, but there’s also families and other folks from the neighborhood.
If you’d like to see San Francisco in action, make the trip to Stanyan & Waller some Thursday between 4:30 and 8:30.
Right across from the McDonald’s, because this city works best when it has some creative tension.