So last night I’m riding home in a taxi from the pub in Surry Hills when what do I spy as we cruise down Devonshire Street but an honest-to-God food truck! It looked really popular, and for a moment I considered asking the driver to stop so I could check it out.
Then I realised the customers were too authentically shabby to be hipsters, that there was no money being exchanged for what I realised were hot drinks and sandwiches, and that Salvation Army logo looks nothing like that of any Sydney Food Truck I’d ever seen.
Whoops. Sometimes I really am a Prick with a Fork.