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Grease Trucking | 2.23.01
It's almost 3 am and I just finished eating my Fat Bastard. I'm not in college yet, but it seems like I've adopted a college eating habit. A few times a month, I take a drive to the Rutgers' New Brunswick campus and indulge myself with a sandwich from the Grease Trucks. Before my first visit there, I thought that Grease Trucks was some trendy restaurant that served fattening sandwiches such as the Fat Bitch to college kids. Well, the Grease Trucks definitely do serve fattening sandwiches, but it's not a restaurant; they're a bunch of trucks parked in a parking lot. Pretending to be Rutgers students, my friends and I would casually order up a Fat something and take 10 minutes or so to finish it up while standing in the parking lot. When the weather became colder, we ate inside our cars. There was always something very pleasing about eating these vein-clogging sandwiches. By the end of the sandwiches, we were usually all full and happy. The Grease Trucks offered some of us an escape from the daily workload from school. My friend Bo and I, with appetites that tolerated such unhealthy foods, would find ourselves in New Brunswick around midnight during the school week, ordering up a Fat sandwich. This relieved us temporarily from the stresses of the school week while also satisfying our hunger. One time, I suggested that we go back to Edison and eat in an empty parking lot there. As we were enjoying our meal, a cop pulled in and examined us, suspecting some illegal activity. When he found us munching away on our sandwiches, he told us to "continue eating" and left us. We found that experience quite amusing. Before I got accepted into Columbia, I would always remark about "visiting our future college" whenever we ate at the Grease Trucks. I remember just the other day, I was about to say the familiar phrase when I realized that it didn't apply to me anymore. I even joked to my parents about Columbia's lack of a place like the Grease Trucks and asked if I could back out of Morningside Heights in favor of New Brunswick. I ought to learn how to make a sandwich like they do; it doesn't seem all that hard. From eating at the Grease Trucks and seeing the kids line up to get their sandwiches, I wonder how much money is made with a business like that. The expenses seem minimal and the kids come in hoards throughout the day. I had a talk with Bo once about starting our own food business. Since we don't really know how to cook stuff, we would actually sell fried vegetables with sweet sauce. I'm sure kids would enjoy that; it's fattening and easy to eat. And since our food will have more grease, we'll only need a truck before we establish ourselves as the greasiest of the Grease Trucks. |
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