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Great Food Truck Race
I have only watched the first ten minutes or so of the Fort Worth episode of the Great Food Truck Race, and I have a big, hearty Eff You to the French truck. They went to a local French restaurant to get supplies, which I'll grant is a good move, but then the guy being interviewed said that he didn't think any stores here had frog legs.
Well, let me tell you, Mr French Food Truck Guy, that even the grocery store that I shopped at when I lived over off of Eastchase and I-30, in a rather less than good part of town, had frickin' frog legs. You might want to check your assumptions at the door: Fort Worth is one of the foodie-r cities I've ever lived in, and a couple of phone calls could have sourced you frog legs.
Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to compiling my order for my local supplier of grass-fed, dry-aged beef.
(I've got yesterday and today off for attending a conference this weekend, but I've got way too much to do right now to watch the rest of the show this morning, so it'll have to wait for a while more.)
Well, let me tell you, Mr French Food Truck Guy, that even the grocery store that I shopped at when I lived over off of Eastchase and I-30, in a rather less than good part of town, had frickin' frog legs. You might want to check your assumptions at the door: Fort Worth is one of the foodie-r cities I've ever lived in, and a couple of phone calls could have sourced you frog legs.
Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to compiling my order for my local supplier of grass-fed, dry-aged beef.
(I've got yesterday and today off for attending a conference this weekend, but I've got way too much to do right now to watch the rest of the show this morning, so it'll have to wait for a while more.)