Marty Marr Mobile Food

So, on our way to someplace else, we saw a little white lunch truck, with a bunch of guys lounging in canvas chairs out front, next to a farm stand.
Naturally, we were intrigued. My husband stepped out to investigate, and was greeted with, «Hello, Big Guy, how’s it going?», and then shortly thereafter, «Hey, hand me a fork, hand me a fork!» (shouted into the kitchen/​trailer) from one of the guys outside, who announced himself as the cook.
At this point, while I was still in the car with the kiddo, I started whispering, «Oh, honey, if you *don’t* order something, it’s going to be a mistake, because I think it’s going to be well worth it.»
It was.
From-​scratch tartar sauce worth eating up with a spoon, hands down *the*best* hushpuppies I’ve ever had (truly tasting of sweet fresh corn), fat catfish filets lightly breaded in cornmeal and spiced with some elusive blend of funky goodness.
Fries and slaw are good, too.
My husband has requested that I make the extra detour to pick this up for lunch tomorrow. (I’ve already called in an order to Burt’s Butcher Shoppe, so it’ll have to be the day after, but I think if I don’t come through on Friday, there’s going to be trouble.)
Day-​um.