The best mid-city, mid-day food truck hub in Los Angeles is an unmarked section of curb across Wilshire Boulevard from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Begs the question: are today’s food trucks part of a cultural, urban, ethnic, wacko-cool art scene?  Allow me to present the evidence:

 

 

 

And consider the progression of art history – food trucks have changed since their previous incarnation as “roach coaches”.

Every film and television location shoot in the city – for decades – had a roach coach that would roll in nasty and serve stuff nobody wanted but everybody bought:  grey roast beef hoagies; apple juice; greasy fried egg sandwiches that somehow managed to solve your problems, be they talent, ennui, union, script or hang-over related.  But then, roach coaches hit their high renaissance.  They evolved to lacquered food trucks: the uber-styish, diverse, creative, what-did-they-put-in-it-to-make-it-taste -so-good chariots of hipster cuisine.

 

 

You hit them for a sassy business lunch; you go there on a date (lovebirds); you track them on your phone; you go when you are out with your pals; you go when you are sobering up; you sometimes think about buying one so you can sell your fruit pies through the window, but then you sober up some more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LA has been in a food-truck frenzy for several years now – the end of the road is not in sight.