Kearny Mesa Realization

I thanked Robert at the Department of Environmental Health & walked out to my truck with the two packets he gave me.  It was getting close to lunch time on Friday, but I was still tired from working the overnight at the Inn at Sunset Cliffs.  

I reclined the seat back of my GMC Sonoma & thumbed through the papers for a moment.  It looked like it would be close to $600 to apply for an annual permit to operate a food cart in San Diego County.  Where the hell was I gonna come up with that kind of scratch.  Annoyed & defeated, I began to dose off.

Beep, beep, beep!  The noise startled me awake.  It was a plain white van backing up in front of my truck.  There were several plain white pop-up tents scattered in a semi-circle in the parking lot.  Smoke was billowing out of the side of one of them.  I took a closer look.  They were cooking something.  I got out of the truck to check it out.  

There was a three-piece band playing some folksy sing-song jams with a guitar & a fiddle.  Under one tent a man was offering free samples of local hummus.  Under another, there were three guys busy cooking up street tacos.  A lady was selling tamales for $2 from coolers with a table set up in front.  Another lady was peddling out some necklaces & bracelets.   

I followed the end of a line to where the smoke was coming from.  There a guy was making crepes on a circular hot plate of sorts & the sign read "Made-to-Order Crepes $6."   

"What is this?" I asked a man standing in the line.

"It's the Kearny Mesa market.  Every Friday at lunch they have food & live music," he said.  He was wearing a government looking lanyard & everything seemed pretty legit.

Aaahhhhaaa!  

This was what I was looking for!  There were a bunch of farmer's markets in San Diego- there was one a few blocks from my apartment in OB, every Wednesday.  

Screw the cart- I needed a tent & a grill!