Chasing Food Trucks: Agape Organic
I’ve been chasing the big red foodtruck, better known as Agape Organic, for MONTHS – literally. It seems whenever I appear, it’s packing up to leave or it’s set up just that little bit far from wherever I am or it’s had a technical malfunction and been told to go home, it’s drunk. It’s like Agape doesn’t want me to rejoice in it’s deliciousness and so DENIES me on a regular basis. That was until Food Trucks Unite on Friday night, where (almost – I’m looking at you Al Carbon and Let’s Do Yum Cha) all the food trucks had a little foodie/truckie fest at Belmore Park near Central station from 5pm through to 10pm. What? They’re all just conveniently rocking up half way between my place of work and my place of home for me to frolick and enjoy? All over it.
I got the crew together (ok, I invited my two friends who work in the area) and we got our food truck on like nobody’s business. Seriously, you wish you could consume food like we do! I had planned to hit more trucks, but the bloody line at the Slider truck (which no one has ever seen before!!!) was the height of ridiculous and ain’t nobody got time for a line like that… Plus, when I saw that big red van, I knew exactly what I wanted – the chile con carne that Agape kept tormenting me with via Twitter.
HELLO YOU BIG MESSY PILE OF DELECTABLE AMAZING I WANT YOU IN AND AROUND MY MOUTH AND BELLY AT ALL TIMES WHY ARE YOU SO MAGICAL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! You are the only thing I ever want to spend $12 on ever again!
Yes, it’s as huge as it looks, yes it is as messy as it looks, yes I ended up with it all over my skirt and yes it was 100% worth every drip I had to later scrub out so I didn’t have permanent stains. That there is the Chile con Carne Sloppy Joe on a spelt bun with ‘slaw and cheese and AHHHH I WANT ANOTHER ONE RIGHT NOW! It’s made with wagyu beef, which makes the chile even more melty and the bun barely, and I mean BARELY, held up to the sheer amount of chile they managed to pile on top. This is not a sarnie for the faint hearted – yet I was not repulsively groaning from over eating afterwards… Which seems impossible, considering I am a relatively small person and the chile sarnie was bigger than my face.
In fact, I even had room for dessert so I hopped back over to the big red truck for a little treat…
Do not be put off by it’s turd-ish shape and appearance, this is one of the best brownies I have ever consumed. It’s even meltier inside than the chile, which seems down right impossible, and the chocolate sauce is all of the perfection and yes I am on a complete love-rant but man if you had this brownie in your mouth right now, you’d be on the same love-rant and you would not feel ashamed for a second.
Every positive thing I am writing is 100% deserved… actually, the Agape truck deserves even more praise than this little blog post that is not even a little bit worthy – I will bow down to them in worship next time I see them because whoever made the almond praline that was sprinkled on top of the brownie deserves a bloody Nobel prize for creating peace through deliciousness… or possibly sparking a war as we all fight over who gets the last bit.
Agape, I am your slave, please never leave me.
(Also, just quietly, I work on Smail St in Ultimo, it’d be sweet as if you could pop by once in a while so I could get my fix at work!)