In the Northeast quadrant of the city of Dallas, about six miles out from the skyscrapers of Downtown, sits a big ol’ apartment development, The Village. It was always a big part of my life the first decade or so I lived in Texas, though I never lived there. A lot of my friends did and I spent a lot of time hanging out in The Village.
When I first moved here The Village was the big Singles Apartment Development. It held about fourteen different apartment complexes with maybe ten thousand residents – almost all of them single. It was when it was still legal to have “adult apartments” that did not allow children. A little pricey for me, I lived a couple of cheaper places in the area and a lot of people I knew had an apartment there at one time or another.
The central nexus was The Village Country Club – a complex of pools, tennis courts, athletic fields, with a large clubhouse right in the center of all the action. They would have parties, live music, or sports leagues there, indoors and out. For a wide swath of Dallas young people, it was the place to be. I felt a little above all of that… preferring the more bohemian downbeat parts of town… but looking back it was a lot of fun. I spent a lot more time there than I thought I was and always had a good time.
All this came to a screeching halt in 1989 when the federal government made it illegal to refuse children from rental housing. Overnight, The Village became nothing more than another bunch of crappy apartments. I miss it.
So I saw on this interweb thing that there were going to be some food trucks down in the Village Country Club parking lot after work. I decided to run down there and grab a bite. I went more out of nostalgia than hunger.
It hadn’t changed much – the trees were much larger, the atmosphere more laid back and family friendly, but there were memories stirred up… all of them good.
The trucks down there were the usual suspects – but there was a pizza truck I had never been to before, The Gepetto Pizza Truck – so I bought an eight inch pie. It was pretty good – pizza is pizza and always good eats.
After I ate, I called Candy to see if she wanted me to bring something back for her and she asked about desserts. Rockstar Bakeshop was down there with their truck, “Layla”, so I bought her a homemade whoopie pie… and didn’t eat any of it. She said it was good… rich, but good.
Pizzas look good!
I wanted to try their pizza but the day we saw them, the line was too long!!
That’s the nice thing about the Village thing – there were a lot of people, but no lines.
I would like to try that Shout At The Devil from Rockstar Bakeshop!
That was the one my wife wanted. I want to try the Smoke on the Water. Bacon!
hey, it’s rare i get to bump into a dallas blogger! i didn’t know they had trucks there! i need to check it out! i’ve never lived in the village but one of my close gal friends does. i’m a plano gal. haha.
I always think I’d love to work on one of these gourmet food trucks. Food makes people very, very happy. Have you noticed that? 🙂
If I didn’t have a family to support I’d quit my job and start up a company that ran gourmet food trucks. For some reason – designing and managing the trucks seems to appeal to me more that working in them – though I’d do that too.
Well that’s a really important part of it, you’ve got to make your truck look attractive and be highly functional. We should team up! 😉
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