Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover: when we launched four years ago, one of our first miniseries was an ongoing look at the then-burgeoning food truck craze that was sweeping downtown Indianapolis, improving quality of life and giving me viable lunch options besides middling pizza and Subway. (Past entries were here, here, here, and here, though I know a few of those trucks have left the road since then.) The reviews stopped when all that food-truck food exceeded my restricted work-lunch budget, and when they stopped showing up within convenient walking distance.
This summer my wife and I attended multiple events here in town, which we’ve talked about here at length over the past four months. Food trucks showed up to save us on most of these occasions, but I withheld their pics for some future, separate group gallery rather than sandwiching them between photos of parade floats and cosplayers. I was planning to share these within the next two weeks anyway, but with the politically endearing hashtag #tacostrucksoneverycorner now justly trending on Twitter, now’s as good a time as any to catch the mobile-foodie wave, especially since Labor Day is coming up and your fall wardrobe and your precious pumpkin-spiced everything may clash with a few of these.
We open with a salute to those dedicated trucks who serve downtown Indy even when there’s nothing special going on except work, when the Indiana Convention Center is in its slow season hosting car-bumper design seminars and Zoroastrian revivals and whatnot.
Our first major convention of 2016 was the Indiana Comic Con at the end of April/beginning of May. The food trucks showed up in full force and lined one side of the Georgia Street pedestrian mall, waiting to serve us geeks and the occasional lost sports fan. These fine small-business superstars gave us great reasons to avoid convention center food and live another day.
On Memorial Day weekend Anne and I once again checked out the Indianapolis 500 Festival Parade, which draws no small number of food trucks taking advantage of the influx of massive crowds. If any lucky ones found space the next day over by the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, I imagine Indy 500 fans probably could’ve put them in the black for the rest of the year in advance.
We were shocked and disappointed that June’s Indy Pop Con had no food truck gathering organized. We weren’t in the mood for a long walk and settled for BBQ sandwiches being served across the street at the dedicated video-gaming competition center, which at the time was a lonely echo chamber except for a couple dozen youngsters spot-welded to a set of PCs.
But on that nearly food-truckless Saturday afternoon, one properly motor-vated group of citizens heeded the silent call, parked squarely in our shameful food truck desert, and represented for their absentee compatriots.
The winner of our Indy PopCon dining experience: Pink Walrus. If it’s summer and you’re hot, fro-yo is indeed an optional antidote. The best part of their setup is that you can drown multiple flavors of yogurt in all the toppings that you can cram into your cup from a broad selection of cookies, candies, syrups, and other enthralling forms of sugar.
…because one of the most important things in life is showing up. Thank you, Pink Walrus, for doing that one important thing for us. And, y’know, thanks also for being pretty good. Nobody gets points for showing up and being mediocre. If we wanted that, we know where there’s a Subway on the other side of the convention center.