Bridgeport Pasty

I just have to laugh.

Way back when, on a roadtrip through Michigan, there were all these signs in little shops and restaurant for pasties. No, not pasties. Pasties. You know, the Cornish hand pie?

Of course, the inside joke was to stop in a restaurant and order a pasty, unwittingly (yet knowingly) mispronouncing it. "Oh, it's pronounced pasty? Not pasty? What's the difference? Oh! Oh, my! THOSE are pasties? [blush/snigger] Soooo sorry."

Granted that only ever played out in my head, but it was a scream. Just the juxtaposition of all these quaint little towns selling food and me asking about something a stripper wears. I slay me. No idea what it is about pasties, but they're big in Michigan, especially in the UP. Go figure. I bet pasties are also a big hit, considering how isolated some of those towns are...but, I digress.

Back to the matter at hand. Pasties. Oddly enough, my first time ever eating one!

Bridgeport Pasty hit me up on twitter to let me know today would be a 600 West stop. This was the reason we headed out here in the first place, picking up two more trucks along the way. Soup in hand, time to hit the tiniest truck in town.

I had seen snaps of "The Oinkle" and read the swooning remarks, so it was a no-brainer for me when I saw it would be on the menu. I even tweeted ahead to make sure he saved me one. Just what is The Oinkle? How about pork sausage, apples, onions and potato all wrapped up inside a flawless pastry crust.

It was love at first bite, and definitely a new side quest to eat them all!