Remembering White Night.

So this year, unlike the years past filled with aimless wandering, Nuit Blanche had a purpose. That single mission: Food Trucks.
Our plan- get there on time, divide, conquer, eat and drink then begin aimless wandering.
Success rate- 10.

Here's the lowdown. I have a few friends who share my unnatural love of food that comes from vendors- in fact my partner in truck crime was also present to witness my face-shovelling at the Underground Food Market- she is the bomb.

So we agreed to meet at another friend's distillery condo and attack the food trucks for dinner.
So here's what we had;

We began at Cava and had some Chorizo Paella and some cod, bacon and avocado fritters- both were incredible- then we saw the mother ship- Gorilla Cheese. If you have cheese in your title, I want you and the super long line only made the trucks fare more enticing- people don't line up for crap now do they? ( well, yes, the technically do- but still). We got ourselves in line and then took turns perusing the neighbouring vendors spending our whole 20 minute line up shoving shit into our mouths.

We got Bacon Maple glazed doughnuts from Beast, our men brought us baby Chorizo dogs and tamales from an unnamed vendor- or perhaps it was named but the food coma was setting in, we got Peameal Bacon sandwiches from the line up beside us from some other truck, and a Wood burned pizza topped with meat and potatoes. Finally, after 20 minutes of waiting (read: eating) we decided that we would do the unthinkable and bud the line.

So shady, I know but drugged with grease and pork we were not thinking clearly and to cut in 3 people from the front of the Gorilla Cheese line was just too easy for our food manic minds. We did it. I will one day just let people bud me in a long line to balance karma.

Worth.It.

nom nom nom. This grilled cheese was the bomb- we got the OG, and original cheese and bread combi, a bacon and apple grilled cheese and a pesto and mozzarella grilled cheese. D-lish.

I unfortunately spent the whole rest of my night walking around like a pregnant woman clutching her belly and waddling down streets.

After a few more hours sharing drinks with our friends my fiance and I decided to break away from the group and go out on our own exploring. This was our best Nuit Blanche decision to date.

Every year we have a huge crew that we go out with, every year we spend the majority of the night rounding up said wicked crew and trying to move on without losing anyone....

Although the spectacle of trying to keep us all together and moving is worthy of an exhibition itself, it never yields in more than us giving up and getting way too drunk in lieu of the art we miss. Being alone with just him by my side made it possible to actually see things- and things were pretty cool.

We saw The Heart Machine- a pyros wet dream, the tennis match, Soon- my favorite as it felt like an apocalypse approaching, and a few more random exhibits as we walked from the distillery up to Yonge and Bloor.

Of course, as is every year, the true spectacle and the true "art" is watching hundreds of very different people come together and walk around in relative peace (although I read that a man got shot at Trinity Bellwoods so peace would certainly be relative) and enjoying their city.

I love shit like that.

Until next year.....