We sit at opposite ends of a short hallway of cubicles, one of those modern open workspace plan (aka "cheap"). A few minutes of chowing down, John suddenly calls out to me, "Greg, did you also get the Tranny Chaser?"
"Uhm, yeah. Why?"
"Does it squeak when you bite it?"
Okay. I circle around to John and try to point out to him that some people in the office may be sensitive to such a conversation.
"Why?"
"Well, didn't you notice that all of the names of the items at the Voodoo Van are all double entendres?
"Yeah. So?"
It finally dawned on me to ask, "do you know what's meant by Tranny Chaser?" He didn't, so I explained it.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," he said. I thought they meant like a transmission on a car!" He grew up in the midwest. What can I say?
Anyway, I've been thinking of some concepts for a lunch truck.
The War Zone
A seriously beat up van covered with old graffiti, scorch marks and faux bullet holes. Serves up:
- Bloodbath Ribs
- Hamburger Hill Burgers
- Coup de Taters
- Insurrection Salad
- Just Desserts
Climate Change Naysayers
Global warming? No problem. It's not happening, and if it is happening, it's a Good Thing. All items are imported to maximize their carbon footprint. Features:
- High methane meat dishes
- New Zealand Lamb
- Argentinean Beef Briskets
- Green House Greens
- High Fructose Corn Syrup with Almonds
