Living way out in the farthest reaches of the burbs of Canton, sometimes I miss the city. Not enough to move there or anything, but the excitement of the hustle and bustle of it all, the merging of cultures, the creativity that oozes from the graffittied walls to the most chic of eateries. I used to think that Atlanta was slightly behind the rest of the world, but thanks to the Tyler Perry’s, Christopher Macken’s and Laura Cochran Nay’s of the world, Atlanta is one of the big girls now … in terms of entertainment, fashion, my favorite, food and general overall coolness. While traveling for work each day around the city I gather info so that Laura and I can swap stories about the best places. It’s cool to know where to buy an authentic Birkin bag even if I would have to work at least 3 years and not pay any other bills just to own one…. It’s also pretty cool to know where the best places in town to eat are, and being that I am big girl on a budget here I figure that is my specialty. For awhile now, I have been wanting to try out the Food Truck Park …. So, after a night of birthday fun at the Suite Lounge, Doug, Zack, Christine and myself found ourselves there early one Sunday morning afternoon (it only felt like morning) in search of a way to quench the dehydrated-ness and hunger we were all feeling. First let me say, I am pretty sure we looked ‘ratchet’ as Maddie would say, and smelled much like a brewery mishap. But as the kind folk of the ATL are not so judgmental, no one seemed to mind. Unprepared for such shenanigans with no actual CASH, Doug had to find an ATM which luckily was at the convenience store just a short stumble walk outside the park fence. It was a sad day actually. So many wonderful choices had my taste buds in overdrive just reading the menu options, but unfortunately the rumbling of the last evening’s ‘bottle service’ in my belly wasn’t sure which of these tasty treats would actually stay down. I was soooo hungry, but KING OF POPS was probably my best bet. The fresh Georgia peach (all organic fruit) popsicle would have really hit the spot and probably satisfied that hydration a bit, but it wouldn’t have filled me up. Doug chose the gyro. As he got in line, my stomach flip flopped. I love the savory meat and a good tzatziki sauce like the next person, but not today friend, not today. The crepes looked good. Except for the crème sauce; again, not today. I settled in front of WOW. Not because I was in the mood for barbecue, but because there isn’t a day that I am not in the mood for barbecue. And, it was just too hot and sunny to walk around much more. Here in the food truck park was that merging of cultures (gyros next door to southern style ‘cue) and that creativity that I love about Altanta, pork ‘cue on cheese grits. A southern girl can’t go wrong here, right? First, let me say WOW dude was working up a sweat. I was glad to know that it actually was HOT outside and not just personally detrimental behavior from the night before. He explained that he’d been on the truck since the wee hours of the morning, taking the butts and briskets off the smoker and preparing for the day. Sounded like a perfect job to me, except for the getting up early part. And the profuse sweating part. Christine and Zack got WOW’ed too, with the brisket on grits. After we all had our food, we headed back toward the tables. Obviously, we were visibly a wreck because the otherwise full tables became small crowds of people offering us places to sit. Yes, we looked that bad. And yes, that’s southern hospitality for you. Amid the giggles and snickers and offers of space, we graciously declined and headed back for the air-conditioned comforts of the car. The pulled pork was delightfully smoky and had a sweet and spicy sauce. The grits were equally cheesy and creamy. My only complaint was that my ‘paper’ boat started to drip the excess sauce before I was done. Christine gave me a bite of brisket that was melt in your mouth tender with the same sweet and spicy sauce. No thanks, Doug, no tzatziki sauce, not today. One other complaint, all the merging of cultures might be good in a city, but the merging of smells in a small car while we all have vodka sweats, well, that was a self induced nightmare I hope I don’t repeat. All in all, I was happy with my trip, wanting to return. I will remember to bring cash next time. And maybe wait till late afternoon or early evening during a cooler time of year. Next time I find myself @ the food truck park in the heat of the day, I will definitely go with the King of Pops.