There are two significant perks to being unemployed. The obvious first is that, for now, I no longer have to wear dress pants and shirts or any business attire for that matter. In fact, I've pretty much reduced my wardrobe to sweat pants, hooded sweaters and t-shirts. I've never been comfier.
I've been hooked to Eat St. for several months now and I smile a mile wide when a new truck pops up in the GTA/Golden Horseshoe. With that in mind, the second perk is the availability to dabble in the food truck world during the lunch hour. Well I'm aware that many food trucks cater to the dinner crowd, the optimal time to dine at a food truck vendor is at lunch. If all food truck experiences are similar to the experience I had this week with Dirty South, then I will have found a new lunchtime hobby!
For any local food bloggers to the GTA/Golden Horseshoe area, do not fret, I'm not treading on your territory; for the fact remains, while this may be food blogging, I'm nowhere near being a food blogger, a good one at least. The thought of becoming a food blogger has crossed my mind because, I suppose like all food bloggers, I love food! However, I'd assume most (if not all) food bloggers have culinary backgrounds. I'm just a dude that likes to cook and eat, pretty simple.
My wife and I have also discussed how good a food blogger I'd be. It's highly debatable how much weight my thoughts would carry for the fact that I love all food. Rarely do I find myself critiquing food to a point of labelling whatever I'm eating as something I dislike. I like it all! So I'd ask any readers to proceed with caution as I detail my experience with Dirty South.
Traditional southern cooking cuts to the core of the man I am. A man hasn't yet lived without having dined on fried chicken or fried chicken steak for breakfast. When thinking of southern cooking, my mind floats into euphoria with thoughts of fried chicken, chicken gravy, biscuits, waffles and fried apples. There would be no better place to try food blogging then at Dirty South.
Dirty South's location was at Eccels Auto in Dundas. I appreciated from the onset that their venue had ample parking which is necessary for those travelling to the location by automobile. Their menu was awesome. Deciding what to try first was tougher than last week's decision on who should run the free world. While Pulled Pork Tacos were RIGHT up my alley, I instead went with Dirty Southern Love. Let me tell you...
This triple-decker creation includes crispy fried-chicken with maple syrup drizzled candied bacon smothered in buttermilk ranch and Louisiana butter sauces. The bookends holding this beautiful concoction together? Homemade buttermilk waffles! There was an additional waffle in the middle as well, hence "triple decker". They had me hooked at "buttermilk"...
The sandwich cost $8.50 and was worth every penny. The sweetness of the waffles and maple syrup tied nicely with the finely battered chicken and delectable bacon. The most important criteria when judging food from a truck vendor, and I've seen enough Eat St. to figure this out, is that the creation has to meet a mess quota. It's simple math, the messier it is, the better it is! Dirty Southern Love exceeded my messiness quota!
That said, I'll try my best to be critical and say that near the end of the sandwich, the waffles became a bit dry. I think extra Louisiana butter sauce would have cured that dryness ailment, so it's something you may want to consider if you're giving it a shot.
Overall, it was an awesome experience and an awesome lunch; but did you expect me to say otherwise?
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