Feeeed Meeee
I have a craving. The worst kind of craving. The one that cannot be satisfied and must go unfulfilled for months until I move. The horror. The horror! I have this craving for food from Days of Yore when I was a poor college student (now I'm just plain poor). I need the Grease Trucks. Anyone not from New Brunswick, NJ or that never studied at Rutgers University doesn't know the glory that is the Grease Trucks.
The Grease Trucks are a nightmare for someone that wants healthy food. They're an abomination that provided cheap food that could kill you 24/7 in a lot on the main campus. Though around the time I left New Brunswick the university forced them to close at 3am, and the shortly after that around 2am because of noise complaints from drunk students leaving bars that would go there. There are plenty of sandwiches with the name Fat in it. Fat Moon, Fat Darryl, Fat Sam... the original being the Fat Cat. The Fat Cat is 2 cheeseburgers, french fries, lettuce, tomatoes and onions between 2 large pieces of bread. The Fat Darryl is more famous though because of an article in a magazine. It's chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks, french fries and marinara sauce in a sandwich. They'll add whatever you want to the sandwiches or make new ones to order using whatever is available if you want. Plus it's all cheap enough for a students budget. I could maybe make something like it myself, but it wouldn't be the same.
I need the Grease Trucks now. I'm feeling pangs of hunger for them and nothing else sounds good. I want food that makes my arteries harden just looking at it. I want to go into cardiac arrest after eating it. I want my food to moo back at me. Bleed dammit, bleed! I'm hungry!