Once Upon a Time, when you went out to dine, you were greeted at the entry to a dining room, escorted to your table, and sometimes a maître d’ even pulled out your chair to seat you. There was a tablecloth, linen napkins, and silver and glassware arranged in a particular order. You ordered an appetizer, entrée, salad, and dessert. Your items were delivered sequentially and cleared as you wiped the china plate with the last bit of bread from your bread plate. You received a bill at the end of your meal and paid the server on your way out, adding a gratuity based on the attention you received and your satisfaction with the food. You were bid goodbye as you departed and were asked how you enjoyed your dinner.
That was then; this is now. You arrive at the brewery, winery, distillery, cidery of your choice and go directly to the bar where you place your order, which is handed to you by the bartender. You find yourself a table and establish a zone for yourself. You walk to the edge of the property and see which food truck is there that day and place an order there and pay for it before you see any of your food. You are told to come back in a little while to pick up your order, so you go back to your zone or hover to retrieve your hot food and carry it to your table, remembering to pick up paper napkins and plastic utensils. You eat at the table, from paper plates or boxes, taking care not to ingest any of the paper if your item is saucy and soaks through
There are scores of wonderful food trucks these days and Belle City Bites is a great one. I admire these entrepreneurs that turn out beautiful and delicious food from tight quarters. It’s a miracle, really. But I’m old and grew up in the restaurant industry with a mother who was a professional waitress. The restaurant industry was going full tilt from the 1950’s until 2020 when it came to an abrupt halt.
It’s a bygone era. The cost of staffing and running a full-service, dine-in restaurant is huge. The food truck option allows many more talented chefs to get into the game. I understand. But I miss the old days, especially when I am eating delicious food that deserves to be savored and not just gobbled.
Fine dining still exists but the price is high. A recent dinner at Chez Panisse in Berkeley looked like the good old days. The crystal was polished, the food was impeccable, and the service was flawless. But it is unaffordable for most.
We all thank Covid or blame Covid for many things. Shutting down restaurant dining for years put many independents—and chains—out of business. But that demise led to a new wave. Support your favorite food truck—just bring your own linens, tableware, and maybe a server.
This comment is from Joe Torrell, formerly a professional server at the Gamble Mill and so good at his craft that he was the Paternos' server when they entertained in their State College home. Joe and his partner Mark are staunch food truck supporters and his POV is an interesting one.
From an email message that Joe sent to me and used with his permission:
"Not that Mark and I went out to eat often but when we did, we had a difficult time of it in leaving Bellefonte. A straight shot down 150 and then on to College Avenue seemed too much bother. Finding a parking spot, dodging students, loud music and lotsa traffic. Ugh! Today I could not tell you a single restaurant in downtown State College save for the Corner Room and/or The Tavern. And we haven't been to either of those in years. First Night once a year is all we need of that other downtown.
But in Beautiful Bellefonte we have Bonfatto's, The Hofbrau, and State Burgher. We even have a wonderful Chinese take-a-way. And that's only in our user-friendly downtown. Axemann, Zion and Hublersburg are some of our favorite locales too.
But alas, Covid struck. We weren't gonna take the chance. Solution? Food Trucks! YAY! I'm not certain but I think they may have been more popular over here than over there. But that's not based on any scientific survey so take that for what it's worth.It became great fun to find where the trucks were. Friends would tell us, "Bonnie Blues is on Veterans Bridge." "Clems is up beyond the high school." "Brazilian Munchies is in front of the Court House." We told neighbors, "Rosies is in the Center Peace parking lot." "The pizza oven guy is down at the Brewery." "Scotts is at Tractor Supply." Word got around and we loved the food and we let each owner know that. Now how often did you ever get to meet the chef? Some chefs hated to talk with customers but I'm not mentioning any names. Menus were on line so you knew what to order as soon as you stepped to the window.
When I waited tables it was... "I'm sorry, we're out of that." "What do you mean I need a reservation?" "I'm sorry we're late but traffic was heavy leaving the game." "Can I substitute a salad for the starch?" "Joe, you have a table in the bar!" UGH !!
With Food Trucks there is no wait staff to coddle, no dishes to wash, no tables to clear, and reservations aren't necessary. You run out of food? Just pull down the blind, start up the truck and head home.
No host? Just take your dinner to a table in the park. No linen? Well then there is no laundry to do and no napkins to mangle [haha]. No wine list? Bring your own. Just disguise it. Improvise!"
Thanks, Joe! for reading and sharing your perspective. I am re-thinking my opinion.