Foodie Fest

So….Foodie Fest was this past weekend….

I know, I know, I’m not a foodie. I’ve said it a hundred times again. I stand by my word. Even in attendance of one of Vegas’s greatest food truck events entitled Foodie Fest, I maintain my innocence. I’d be hard pressed to find someone that actually was a foodie at this event to begin with. What I mean by that is, someone that isn’t instagraming their McDonalds nuggets and hash tagging it “Foodie” or “Foodgasm.”

To those, I say GTFO. That’s the sole reasoning behind why I don’t associate myself with the term. However, with that being said, the sole purpose of this post IS Foodie Fest. And I’ll be goddamned if I don’t get to it.

So there I was, Hungry (per usual). With a four-day Foodie Fest pass, and no intention of using all four days. Saturday was purely dedicated to the laugh fest known as Mayweather V. Pacquiao. I had already purchased my Modelo and was ready to head over to my friends house to watch the “fight when the hunger hit.

It actually wasn’t me that suggested it. My fiancés pushed for it. After weighing out my options (I really wanted Jimmy Johns) we decided to go JUST to grab a quick but and scope things out. The inner soldier in me told me I needed to do reconnaissance because Sunday was supposed to be the day but we cheated.

We walked, and we searched and we creeped on the people under the food tents to see what was good. After the first lap we both stopped at a food truck called Rolling Fusion and did our thing. Long story short, this was a fusion taco truck. Ding ding ding. Chimichuri was the keyword that caught my eye, she saw tuna poke. Thankfully, you could switch it up and mix and match your dream taco plate. After much contemplation I decided on three. The first of which was a Flank Steak with Chimichuri. The second, Beef tongue in a mango bbq salsa. The third, Tuna poke. I left with a happy tummy to say the least. The chimichuri was tangy and the steak, buttery and cooked a perfect medium. Now, I love beef tongue but I’ve had some bad beef tongue before. This, thankfully landed on the good spectrum. Surprisingly the salsa paired very well with it giving it the salty sweet combo everyone craves. The poke was delicious. Chewy Tuna, cilantro and a real light citrusy sauce in a deep-fried Corn tortilla. The tortilla was necessary. It needed a crunch and frying it up gave it the finished touch.

After the Modelo’s, which were most necessary for that Money Grab of a dance, I mean, fight, we woke up hung over as ever. I’m such a bitch. I really really love cheap Mexican beer but after a 12 pack and a couple Brats I woke up feeling like Lindsey Lohan on her first day of rehab. It was 94 out and sunny. I knew this would be an issue but I drank a gallon of water, fried up some eggs and biscuits and we were off.

Day 2…Sunny…94 degrees…light winds blowing from the east…Carnies at an all time high.

As we met up with friends, I already knew what I wanted but I couldn’t tell them that. They didn’t know we went the day before. After perusing the isle I had worked up enough hunger and walked off my hang over enough to v line directly to the truck of my dreams. The Lobster Trap. Game over. It was one of those “shut up and take my money” moments. Seventeen dollars later, I had my Lobster Roll. Or, as they say in Boston, Lobstahhhhhhhhh. These things are heaven. I imagine the pearly gates to be inhabited with St Pete, Moses, Jesus and Buddha greeting me and the first thing they do is put a Lobster Roll in my hand. You know its good when you see the knuckle meat and tell your fiancé you just need a moment.

After that I waited (impatiently) for round two. I had to do two laps this time before I finally decided on….. A Japanese Burrito from Truknyaki. Rib eye meat mixed wit fried rice, squash, onion and peppers. So much flavor. Could’ve gone for more meet and less rice but for ten dollars I cant complain. The Asian-Latin fusion was something I was not too familiar with, but I could definitely see that being a thing I could get on board with.

Now, because I’m a complete fat ass and the epitome of a skinny fat kid I wanted something sweet to finish off the day. Wafl Truck (yes, hat how its spelled) was calling, and the waffle taco ice cream sandwich was the answer. Freshly pressed waffle taco shell filled with Nutella and ice cream. This thing had weight to it. I plodded back to the table in a gluttonous shame. It was the best kind of shame because I ate the whole thing. It was so freaking good. I don’t know how you can go wrong with A. Waffles, B. Nutella, and C. Ice cream unless you don’t answer D. All the above. It was messy, it was everything. I felt bad about it but not that long. I regret nothing. Now drool.