subject: Questioning A Providence Restaurant [print this page] As a writer who focuses on many an Anaheim, Boston and Providence Restaurant, I have gained a fair bit of notoriety. Along with that notoriety has come fans and the letters that they send. Recently a long time fan got back in touch. Reading this fans letter really woke me up about the affect I was having on others. First of all, the last thing I want to do is put anyone else in a bad mood. I never understood that my words were so important to so many people. Also, if my numerous fans start boycotting my work than I will have no ability to provide for my family and no body wants that. Because I always listen to my fans, I have decided to write about things that I enjoy or that I think are really swell. I must admit that the prospect of writing positive articles was daunting. I sat in front of my old-fashioned typewriter and stared blankly into space as writers block firmly settled into my mind. In an attempt to acquire some inspiration, I hit the streets to walk around and hopefully clear my head. As I roamed the streets I saw only a glass half empty. It seemed that I could not possibly think positively. I turned around the corner of a dirty side street and was confronted by a line small crowd of people lined up around the corner. I nearly bumped into someone. My curiosity got the best of me and I edged my way through the crowd as I tried to discern that cause of all the commotion. I finally manage to get to a better angle and it was there that I realized that this line was for a food truck.
The Truck was a big and blue with yellow letters. There was a counter-like opening on its side that was clearly the business end of this operation. The truck looked a little run down but the kitchen looked relatively clean and the smell of frying onions and cooked meats was undeniably delicious. I found my mood brightening in spite of myself. I edged in to the line and wondered to myself whether this could be considered a Providence Restaurant or if mobile food operations fell into a category of their own. Finally I was getting close enough to the truck that I could read the menu. I scanned my options and grappled with the difficult decision ahead. I was immediately drawn to the burritos because they are so awesome but I had seen some of the burritos other people had bought and they did not look that great. Rather than look at the menu, I used a strategy that I find invaluable whenever I go out to eat. Upon entering the restaurant I make a point of eyeballing everyone elses food on the way to my table to get a sense of what I want to eat. Stay tuned for the stunning conclusion to my food cart escapade.
