It was on the corner of 2nd and Howard when it happened.
My resolve buckled at the thought of a Cheese, Smoked Turkey, and Egg crepe. While I waited, I mused about how much I love street food. Whether a beach hut in Costa Rica, a streetside noodle cart in Penang, a blended fruit smoothie corner in Chiang Mai, one of dozens of taco trucks near home, or a stall in the middle of the Djemaa el Fna, it really doesn’t matter.
As I stood on that curb listening to the sounds of downtown San Francisco, underneath a lightly cloudy blue sky and a warm sun, it struck me that I have a mission.
I will explore the world of street food,
and share it with you.
(The experience that is, not the food. Sample distribution would be a nightmare.)
To sample every street food vendor in the Bay Area is a lofty goal to be sure, and I hear Portland has street carts. I want to see if this proliferance of American street food exists beyond the Pacific West. I hope it does.
I walked down the street, holding a folded cone of crispy deliciousness in hand, with a bright future of crepes, tacos, tamales, soups, noodles, and fruit shakes ahead of me.