I recently moved to Sunset Park, Brooklyn and am jobless and, frankly, don’t have anything else to do than to scavenge my new neighborhood for good, cheap food until I run out of money. Not that my plans would be any different if I were employed. Since I am always on the lookout for good food options, especially local ones, I thought, why not write about what I find to help other food-enthusiasts.

So, after living in Sunset Park for just over a month, I’m officially impressed. I am excited about the variety of food in this small neighborhood: 5th Ave, is primarily a Latin American neighborhood, made up mostly of Mexican families, but 8th Ave., just a few blocks north of the park (Sunset Park), is primarily a Chinese and Vietnamese section of the neighborhood. Finally, all the tacos and dumplings I’ll ever need.

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My first positive food experience (which are the ones I really like to talk about) took place in Sunset Park, but could be anywhere right now, since it was from a truck.

A few weekends ago I got off the subway at 36th St. in Brooklyn at 1:30 or 2 in the morning and I was pretty hungry. I’m usually hungry around this time for a second or third dinner, but I was content on eating numerous things at home. As I walked up to the curb, I noticed a bunch of people mingling around a truck that was parked across the way on 4th Avenue. I realized the minglers were eating food being served from this vehicle.

I was with my sister and told her I wanted to check it out, which she obliged being accustomed to the many detours I’ve brought my family on in search of food. We walked up to the truck and, to my delight, I was right about the food. However, there was no menu and no name for the restaurant-on-wheels. I tried to figure out what other people were eating so I could order. However, I didn’t want to stare down people too much at 2 in the morning, so I ended up asking the young lady in the truck what they had. After she said tacos I pretty much stopped paying attention and ended up ordering two of them.

Most Mexican restaurants in the area serve traditional tacos and these were very similar. They were made with pork, salsa, cilantro, and two corn tortillas. I’m not so sure why they use two tortillas – maybe they stole it from Taco Bell – but I’m not one to complain about extra food. Needless to say, the tacos were pretty unbelievable. Greasy, spicy, and fresh – like me, but wrapped in a tortilla.

Since that night, I have tried to figure out what their hours are and it seems that they are open at night during the weekend, which is a little disappointing. If this place were open after work, I would go there at least twice a week. If they don’t want to take advantage of my irresponsible spending on food, however, that’s their choice.

My sister claims to have seen people eating beef sandwiches, which I will most certainly try the next time I get the chance. I will also report back on what else they have and if they have a name of some sort. For the time being, I will refer to it as “Truck. Stop. Love.”