Every once in a great while, the gods of love and weekends and beer all get together and say, "let's give Allie's Boyfriend a Saturday off!" Entirely. Also, "let's not make him go back to manage the bar until 5PM on Sunday!"

And when that happens, we don't want to let down the love-weekend-beer gods (who would?), so we do our best to appease them. This Saturday, it included a food truck festival that happened to be at a horse track, so we were able to check off both the "unnecessary gambling" and "eat till you hate yourself" boxes in one trip!

For a brief rant, I would just like to say that I hate waiting in line. Furthermore, I hate waiting in line for over 45 minutes to order food at a food truck festival and then waiting an additional 30 minutes for the food to actually make its way to my pie hole. But I digress. All the trucks were busy, so we opted to wait it out for Lobsta Love.





I opted for lobster (traditional style) on Iggy's foccacia bread. It was tasty, but it definitely showed it's ten-dollar price tag, it was gone in about two seconds and I could have downed about seven more had the line not been an hour long (and if I had a propensity to spend $70 on food-truck lobster...which...stranger things have happened.)
Luckily I tacked on a $1 shot of clam chowder, and Matty tried the lobster bisque along with his Asian-style jumbo crab roll (he was not very impressed, though the Asian-style crab meat was delectable, IMHO).


After scarfing those down, we moved on to a more lucrative time-suck than waiting in line; perusing the race program and picking horses with little-to-no regard of odds or anything, really, except their name.

While we did so, we snacked on frozen yogurt from the Fro Yo Truck, and some apple cider doughnut holes from Flour Girls Baking Company (they were so light and warm and perfectly spiced and ... YUM)



Based on that stellar methodology noted above, my BFF bet on a horse to win with 40-1 odds.
That horse came in second in a photo finish.
We all thought she had won, like, a grand for a few minutes.
It was invigorating enough for us to want to return to the races, though it's probably a lot more dismal other days of the year.