Philly Cheese Steak

Sadly, New Orleans was a total bust for food trucks. Well, apparently not entirely.

Three friends and I headed down to take advantage of a time share. Naturally, I did my research and found a fairly vibrant truck scene. One of which is La Cocinita. I recalled they were chilling in Chicago after Katrina, so they had already been on my radar and was one of the first trucks I reached out to.

Our first night there, we hit the Sage Francis concert. Afterward, food was a perfect option on our way to Bourbon Street, and I knew La Cocinita was only a couple miles away.

Except when we got to the truck shortly after midnight, all was dark. Dang!

A tweet to them the next day uncovered the fact that they close at midnight on Thursdays (which I should have known, since they shared their schedule with me). Double dang, as that was the only night we ventured off Bourbon Street, and the trucks simply are not on/near Bourbon Street.

Which is why I was shocked when I quite literally almost stumbled into this truck on our last night out in NOLA just a couple blocks from the mayhem. It was after 1am, I was toast, and I was headed back to the hotel while another buddy was aiming for the casino.

I'm sure I mumbled something about Chicago and food trucks and probably even tossed out the number 50. No clue what the truck is called and to this day I haven't been able to track it down online.

Pics, or it didn't happen, right?

I ordered whatever he gave me, which ended up being a Philly cheese steak loaded with jalapeños and onions. I kid you not, it was the tastiest thing I had ever eaten in my entire life and I hosed that thing like nobody's business. Granted, I was several degrees past blotto and raving about finally getting a New Orleans food truck.

I do look back at the photos occasionally to confirm it wasn't just a case of the pink food trucks on parade.

Also, another state down. Huzzah!