We used to have food carts back home. I remember when I was still very very young, our family would go to the streets lined with food carts after my father called it a day at the shophouse. These days, we see the cleaner version at Chinatown but it just isn’t the same. The atmosphere is just different. Sometimes things need to be kept the way they were. Dirty, unhygienic? I consumed the food when I was a kiddo and nothing happened? Oh well, those were the days.
Naturally, I was drawn to food trucks in Boston. Not that I always frequent them but the concept gives me a nice feeling and brings back memories.