Coachella, More Like Co-cheese-lla!
Everyone knows you go to state fairs for the food, and you go to music festivals for the music. These days, though, it seems that music festivals are jumping on the culinary bandwagon as well. I just returned from Weekend 1 of Coachella, and while I primarily attended for the jams, of course there was something else on my mind. A blog aptly entitled Food is the New Rock released a Coachella line-up poster with food trucks and menu items instead of musicians. FOOD! It is everywhere and everything. Would I do my best to abstain so I could perfect my desert hipster waif look at the festival? Or would I go for it and commit to total gluttony?
Obviously I opted for the latter! The most inappropriate thing I ate was this triple-grilled cheese sandwich from Mangler’s Meltdown, an LA-based food truck I have never before heard of and mysteriously has no website I can find. This freak of sandwich nature was a thick, buttery grilled cheese filled with more cheese, which enclosed the greatest gift of all: three perfectly-fried mozzarella sticks. Upon biting into this glory, one of my drunken festival friends exclaimed indignantly, “I mean it’s already a grilled cheese, WHY did they need to put MORE cheese inside?!” …uh, why not, am I right?
Besides this treasure chest of dairy, what else did I consume?
Hmm… In & Out animal style, 4 overpriced churros, a “Family Size” bag of Doritos (WHAT family are they feeding?), pulled pork sandwiches, bland yet healthy-ish vegan wraps, roughly 30 $7 Heinekens, soft pretzels.
So, am I disgusting? I don’t know. Do people try to hold back at these types of things, or is it normal to go buckwild with the calories? I partially blame all those Heinekens, but I know in my heart (and stomach) that I would have eaten that cheese bomb no matter what, sober or drunk. All you Coachella Weekend 2-goers, do us proud this weekend.
omg i need this. possibly with tater tots in there as well.
What type of drunken festival friend do you have!? I wonder who that was, idiot. Probably the same friend that tried to drink out of a sprinkler. I’m glad you survived a caloric binge of the desert while sand is thrown in your face.
OH yes, I forgot to mention the most important “meal” of all, water from a country club sprinkler at like 2am when there was no other hydration source to be found. A true oasis.
That grilled cheese sounds like my personal slice of heaven. Must have NOW.