Ninth entry in our series where we promise to review, for better or worse,
every “high-end” roach coach that visits the Weekly's world
headquarters. Another truck visits next Monday–when will
mobile food truck come?
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Look at this lamb pita, from the Lime Truck. Oh my stars, it was delicious: homemade tzaziki sauce, luscious meat, all united with the proper crunch a good Greek-style pita knows to possess. Bite-for-bite, one of the better gyros I've tasted. And the Sriracha streaks? Unexpected–and brilliant.
But look at the gyro again. A bit small, don't you think? And ultimately, at $8, not worth it.
Eight bucks gets me two bigger, better pita sandwiches at Kareem's in Anaheim. Eight bucks gets me four much-bigger, better bánh mìs at Bánh Mì Cho Cu. Eight bucks gets me 16 tacos and free pineapple juice at Tacos El Chavito. Different eating experiences, sure, but I mention these not just because I like multiples of two, but to make the point that the Lime Truck needs to drop their prices, and fast.
I say this with love and awe: the Lime Truck guys are outlandishly young, bona fide prodigies. The tofu taco I ate before the pita was among the best tofu in a tortilla I've ever had, with the sweet burn of properly made al pastor. A cupcake I ate had frosting with an actual sour kick to it–audacious and beautiful. And while I couldn't taste the Thai basil in their Thai basil-strawberry drink, I nevertheless slurped it like I would a Slush Puppy in August.
So, seriously, guys: the prices. No pita in the world is worth eight dollars. My colleagues all enjoyed their meals, but also complained about the prices. Maybe it's because we're starving reporters, and the typical luxe-lonchera patron can afford to pony up the cash. But methinks the big crowds you already get can turn Kogi-esque, if only you drop a couple of Washingtons.
Follow the Lime Truck at twitter.com/thelimetruck