I could feel the energy buzzing in the air as I approached the parking lot full of people and trucks. There are so many trucks to choose from that you have to use the divide and conquer approach. It just seemed like no matter where I turned, I was met with a person's face or a brightly coloured truck.
First stop, El Porteno. I had a $3 chicken empanada. I've never had an empanada with such a flaky crust, I almost wish it had a more traditional encasing, because at least it gives you more stability so that your filling doesn't fall out. However, it was delicious. Moist, flavorful and with an almost puff pastry-like crust. We tried to veer off to the side to avoid the impatient city-folk, but it wasn't any use. We just crammed the empanada into our gaping holes and moved on.
JapaCurry - Best meal of the day, by far. And the most expensive, $6. We were the only ones in line and our curry came out in a hurry. I like efficiency. Crunchy panko breaded pork cutlets, topped with an amazing curry sauce that had a truly deep flavor and a creeping spiciness that hit you before you noticed, a mountain of rice and pickled radish that just set everything off in your mouth. Amazing. So simple and yet so delicious.
As we tried to nab one of the multiple chairs at the event, we saw a pod of 10 chairs, only for this asshole to tell us he's saving them. All of them. As we moved on to nab other chairs, the same was being said in all these pods of empty chairs, people were saving them. Now, I don't mind seats being saved, but what the fuck people? Don't get there at the beginning of the event and save every fucking chair at the event with the hopes that your flakey city friends are going to show up. And since I'm in anger management, I couldn't rely on my old tactics of telling him to go fuck himself at the top of my lungs with foam spewing from my mouth and snatching the chairs up aggressively. Regardless if he was saving them for the Queen Mother herself. Instead, I moved on. We found some benches on the Northside of the parking lot, against the cold buildings. They turned out to be better seats anyway.
I've never been to this Off The Grid, but I've been to all the others. Ft. Mason's is bigger, but not necessarily better. You lose the intimacy. You lose the sort of personal connection you should gain with the vendors. But, what you do gain are far more options and a hell of a lot more douchebag arseholes. I'll stick to the one in Upper Haight.
Off The Grid @ Ft. Mason
Fridays 5pm - 10pm
http://offthegridsf.com
Muni: 28, 43, 49
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