Competition among food trucks in Washington, D.C., is fierce—enough, it seems, that some competitors carry machetes and occasionally attack each other with screwdrivers. The district decriminalized unlicensed street vending a few years ago, and while that spares plenty of good-hearted vendors from punishment, it also means food-quality standards are dicey, prices are wildly inconsistent, and a few unnamed bosses are hell-bent on guarding their turf. Jessica Sidman explores it all, from the heavily fortified frozen dessert warehouses to the shell companies that mask food-truck ownership.
Of the $16.50 I was charged, my Square receipt shows $1.50 in DC sales tax. The DC Office of Tax and Revenue later tells me it has no record of Fusion Swirl LLC, the company named on my receipt. . . .
I also look up the Virginia license plate of the shiny blue truck for traffic violations. Since last October, it has racked up 27 tickets totaling $2,842, mostly for illegal parking and not displaying a front license plate.
The receipt also has a phone number. A few days later, I call. The person on the other end tells me he’s the owner and has multiple food trucks. I explain I’m a journalist and ask his name.
“Uh, yeah, my name is . . . .” The call ends. Subsequent calls go straight to voicemail.
A few dishes from our selection of food stories
Tom Colicchio’s Final Service
“Through hosting two decades of Top Chef, writing four books, and opening restaurants across the country, the celebrity chef never stopped showing up to cook in the kitchen of Craft, his pioneering New York restaurant. Until he decided to close it.”
Submitting to the Beast
“A father and son in New Orleans—feasting and flaneuring.”
I Want to Live Like Costco People
“Some of us are crying in H Mart; some of us are mourning in Costco.”
I Found It: The Best Free Restaurant Bread in America
“Thirteen thousand miles. Infinite contenders. One beautiful loaf.”
Finding the Cattle Queen
“Steakhouse royalty, feminist icon, fungible tourism graphic—she deserves a proper title.”
Feast Your Eyes on Japan’s Fake Food
“However persuasive they might be as facsimiles, shokuhin sampuru are subjective interpretations, seeking not only to replicate dishes but to intensify the feelings associated with the real thing.”
