"FOR "ALL THE PEOPLE EATING FOOD RIGHT HERE? THE FOOD ISN'T BEING REFRIGERATED. THAT'S FUCKED UP. THAT'S GROSS."
Inside the Food Truck Mafia Wreaking Havoc Around the National Mall
The pirates have commandeered Constitution Avenue. Hawking neon snow cones and chicken shawarma, their food trucks are squished so close together that, in some cases, the bumpers are literally touching. A few are blocking fire hydrants in front of the National Museum of American History. One of the first trucks we approach has no prices listed. Actually, none of them do. But this one looks particularly suspect, with a janky, rusted pipe jutting from its roof.
“I think they’re Mad Max-ing it. That’s exhaust from the generator,” says Zack Graybill, owner of the pizza purveyor DC Slices, one of the city’s longest-running food trucks. “We can start with the fact that this is not legal vending.”
It’s a sunny Saturday during peak bloom in March, and crowds are converging on the National Mall for cherry blossoms, a kite festival, and a “No Kings” protest. I’ve asked Graybill—who’s been legally vending in DC since 2010 and previously led the DMV Food Truck Association—to help me spot the rogue, unlicensed vendors.
But it turns out you don’t need much expertise to play Where’s Waldo with all things illegal, dangerous, or just plain shady. We spot a gallon container of Mazola corn oil tossed on the sidewalk, leaking over the curb. One truck’s bumper is partially fastened together with packing tape. Another’s license plate is bent at an angle so it can’t be fully read from behind. Several propane tanks aren’t properly secured. And then there’s the intellectual-property nightmare of their designs, a baffling mishmash of cartoon characters seemingly chosen to lure children and their exhausted parents. One ice-cream/boba truck features Snoopy, Minions, and SpongeBob SquarePants. The driver is smoking a cigarette.
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Her company would just leave meat & cheese unrefrigerated every night on the truck. She had to make a living so she just went along with the program.
