Meals on Wheels: Outdoor Dining at the Oklahoma Food Truck Championship in Chickasha

Saturday morning, I had just gotten back from taking my beloved mutt Sean Ramirez on a rather long walk around the neighborhood. Before I even had a chance to take off his halter, I received a text from Patrick asking if I knew that the 3rd Annual Oklahoma Food Truck Championship was starting at that very moment.

I absolutely did not, as my well-fed finger was seemingly far from the pulse of the so-called foodie community.

Enticed by the metabolized promise of mobile eats, I called my ladyfriend to see if she’d be interested in accompanying me on the short trip to Chickasha, the yearly home of said event. And while she really wasn’t all that interested in food trucks, she did anyway, if only to spend an afternoon in the perfect Oklahoma weather with Sean and me in a random rural community.

Arriving in downtown Chickasha, with enticing scents as diverse as barbecue ribs, kettle corn and possibly vegan chicken sandwiches, a mélange of sumptuous smells tastefully assaulted most of my alert senses. The trio of us walked down the middle of the city street following them, loudly contemplating where we should stop and sample, our bellies twisting in a pathetic form of first-world hunger.

But, before we started, I basically had three rules for our food truck choices that, as usual, are steadfastly variable and subject to change: that it has to be a food truck usually not available in Oklahoma City, that it has to be something other than burgers or pizza and, of course, something that would be mildly interesting to write about.

With my first choice, Puerto Rico to Go, sold out of all eats—seemingly the only one at the competition to do so—I briskly walked over to my second choice, Pop’s Pockets. Though the Indian Taco advertised on their truck was tempting, today I had to try the Deep Fried Bologna Sandwich ($6.00), featuring a thick cut of fried bologna along with a fresh bun and various related vegetables, as well as a spot of mustard.

Even though my ladyfriend did not care for it, suggesting that it reminded her of a “cheap sandwich of flattened hot dogs,” I personally loved it, enjoying every bite of the perfectly fried hunk of the wonderfully fatty meat, the accompanying bun and toppings giving it a very upscale feel that belies the trailer park trappings it is typically known for.

Sean loved it as well, giving it his highest rating yet, two paws up.

As we sauntered through the Rock Island Arts Festival that was concurrently going on—even though we should use the term “art” rather loosely—we had circled around when I noticed that Wild Bill’s Smoke Shack, complete with a large Blue Lives Matter flag hanging off the side, was serving Smoked Cheesecake ($5.00), a unique cooking technique for one of my favorite desserts.

One of her sweetest pleasures as well, my ladyfriend thought that it was a merely fine attempt, delivering a good slice of cake, for the most part. But it was a true treat for me, the rich smokiness—especially in the crust—peeling off in every greedy bite that I took; it left me wondering if Wild Bill’s had any other oddly cooked confections for me to try.

Sean loved it as well, giving it his highest rating yet, 36 paws up.

Not wanting her to be disappointed in this third annual championship, I let my ladyfriend pick the next place to sample, wherein she decided on the whimsical Cutie Pies and their apparent dedication to most things watermelon. Keeping true to my word, she ordered a Watermelon Lemonade ($5.00) and the Watermelon Pie ($8.00), a reddish concoction that came with a small slice of the red melon on top.

Cutie Pies was probably—arguably—our favorite food truck of the festival, with the Watermelon Lemonade offering a sweetly tart respite from the fried meats and smoked treats as we stood off to the side, far from the mouthwatering crowds. As we deeply enjoyed the perfect pie complete with small melon morsels floating around in the watermelon filling, we both gave it high appraisals as I romantically fed the last dollop of cream to her quivering lips.

Sean loved it as well, giving it his highest rating yet, 251 paws up.

As the clock struck six o’clock somewhere, I had decided to seek out one more truck. As the country band Dollar.98 took the main stage—they’ve got an outlaw sound and, apparently, have compact discs for sale at the merch table—we went the opposite direction, taste-wise, at least, and made a stop at the vegan friendly The BeetBox; based out of Stillwater, it’s a surprisingly hip take on the staid flavor of plant-based chicken sandwiches.

I requested the Spicy Chickless Sandwich ($12.00), a meatless variation of a typically heat-infused chicken sandwich with all the expected fixings as well as a large amount of delectable hand-cut fries. Though my ladyfriend thought that it needed a bit more spicy sauce to give it the strong flavor profile it truly deserves—to which I somewhat agreed—it was still a well-timed vegan option that these typically meat-heavy food-fairs desperately need more of.

Sean, by the way, loved it, giving it his highest rating yet, 4,873 paws up. I know that seems like a lot but, remember: he is a dog and has far more intense flavor receptors on his tongue that would probably make our stupid human mouths explode in a true feat of orgasmic rapture.

At least that’s what he tells me as I give him a French fry or two.


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12 Responses

  1. I think Sean should have his own special review articles on TLO.

  2. Um, what other senes than your sense of smell did the “mélange of sumptuous smells tastefully assault”?
    And exactly how is “steadfastly variable” different than “subject to change”? Are you being paid by the word?

    1. I suspect that Louis gets paid for writing things that people enjoy reading. And he does it well. There is a nice contradictory not-contradictory twist in “steadfastly variable” that is absent from your alternative.

      I also suspect that no one has ever paid you to write anything. Too boring.

      1. Nice insult, Mr. G. You tend to resort to such things when people do not agree with your position.
        My alternative, as you put it, is what Louis himself wrote, away over on the other side of that “and” that you must have missed, as you were enjoying his writing chops.

        1. You’re awfully touchy and delicate this morning. I didn’t insult you.

          No one has ever paid me to write anything either, and for the same reason.

  3. Sean is a cutie. I have been wishing for a picture of him.

    But please don’t feed him too much human food, especially fatty stuff and sweet stuff. That would be as bad for him in the long run as it is for humans.

    1. I for once agree with you Gray.

      Please STOP feeding your dog people food – especially food truck food.
      I can’t believe that even needs to be said.

      they process fatty and processed foods in a completely different way than humans.
      It is absolutely horrible for them and can/will lead to pancreatitis.

      …and thus can kill your new-found friend.

      1. I stepped outside to look for any blood-red cracks in the sky, or for the dim silhouettes of four horsemen, but I did not see any, even though option a and Mr. G have agreed on something.
        All the dogs I’ve ever owned have lived for 12 to 15 years in very good health – except for that one that got shot – and they have all pretty much eaten anything that is anything like food, or has been near to food, or rhymes with food, plus a whole lot of other stuff that is in no way food. They all have pretty much loved cat shit – well, any kind of shit. They all loved rotting dead animals. My dad fed raisins to his dog every night, and even though that is supposed to be quite dangerous, that silly thing lived to 14.
        But I am really beginning to have my doubts whether either Mr O or Mr G ever reads Louis’ work. If so, they may have noticed that he doesn’t pay too much attention to the health effects of what he puts in his own mouth, even though it has caused him much grief. Is he now supposed to treat his dog any better?

        1. I’m not a veterinarian, but I think that cat shit and dead animals are less harmful to dogs than bologna and leftover birthday cake. There is no bologna and birthday cake in dogs’ evolutionary history.

          We had to take our own beloved dog to the vet after feeding her bologna. Pancreatitis. The vet lectured us sternly. The dog recovered and lived to a ripe old age.

          Why don’t you quit shaming Louis over his past dietary excesses? Don’t be an asshole. You ain’t so superior.

          1. His past dietary excesses? Did you read this piece?
            I am in no way superior to Louis, although I don’t have the overeating problem. Just stating the obvious. You are lecturing him on what to feed his dog, but don’t mention that it’s exactly what he’s feeding himself, and it isn’t any good for him either. Now, if that’s what he wants to do, okay for him. I’m not shaming him, just pointing it out. I’m friends with, and care very deeply for, people with much bigger problems than that.
            Quit being so delicate, Mr. G. This is a comments section.
            And I know, if Louis’ other pieces did not line up with your political leanings, you would be all over his writing style, because everything runs through a political filter with you.
            I await your next insult.

            1. And humans are no better suited to eat the kind of crap that he eats than dogs are. Ever hear of diabetes? Heart attacks? Strokes?
              Obesity is the abiding pandemic affecting this country. It’s the second leading risk factor for covid, right behind age.

  4. Didja’ see “GOV. SHITT’S BEAR BURGERS” truck, at that guts for gastronomics gala?

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