This post was originally posted on March 16, 2015. I brought it forward as a prelude of things to come.
We will be posting car foodie lessons on a dedicated page to encourage readers to rebel against the fast food establishments and to support local eateries. It will help out the small businesses and also give you choices that you may not have thought of. It also affords us the opportunity to give space to more businesses rather than just one every week or so. So look to the side bar in the next few days for the picture link to the Complete Car Foodie.
My wife and I are car foodies. There I admitted it. Even though we love dining out, we often enjoy eating lunch in the car. Like many others, who are cruising about, taking care of the weekly necessities, time constraints make car foodieism an appealing alternative. However simply eating in the car does not make one a car foodie. A car foodie is discriminating and even picky about what they eat and where.
A car foodie here in the Ocean and Monmouth county area will rarely be seen eating in McDonald’s parking lot unless there is a nostalgic connection there. They will hardly ever be found in any fast food parking lot. They will however swoop into a White Castle on occasion but consume their prey elsewhere. There is something more foodie friendly about the original slider compared to other fast food burgers, at least according to me. (Not my wife)
A car foodie will go out of their way to enjoy a container of seafood bisque from Shore Fresh Seafood on a chilly day while parked in the Manasquan inlet. The Inlet attracts a lot of car foodies. Sometimes as many as a dozen can be spotted at one time. A car foodie may make a special trip from there to Joe Leones and return with rice ball to savor while listening to Sirius radio and watching the fishing boats. A car foodie will divert to Asbury Park and attempt, to neatly eat a Korean taco from Mogo, while parked along the boardwalk.
My wife and I often waffle from our weekend store to store route to grab a slice of pizza from Three Brothers in Belmar or Esposito’s in Manasquan. We sit in the car across the street watch the rolling surf in Belmar or park on the Squan side of the inlet and watch the boats. True car foodies always know the best places to park and eat when possible. Our conversation always turns to how we missed Jersey Shore slices when we moved to Florida and vow to never leave Jersey again. When we did live in Florida, however, we were still car foodies eating Empanada’s with salsa verde in the car from a little Colombian place in Clearwater. We also often enjoyed coffee and Mexican pastries from the local dulceria as an impromptu breakfast on occasion.
What inspired this post about being car foodies was an episode from this weekend. We were on our way to Michael’s in Brick and driving down Brick Blvd. We saw this little bakery called Pondrelli’s Italian Pastries. I was directed to pull in by the navigator, so I did. She went in the store, while I waited, and emerged with a white paper bag. Out of the bag came a big piece of pizza rustica. (pizza gaina). She broke it in two and handed me half saying “This is for eating now.” It was at that moment, as I bit into my encrusted, custardy, savory combination of eggs, cheese and soppressata that I realized that we were not your normal eaters. We were die hard car foodies. An obsession for which there is no known treatment. I guess we’ll remain the same forever.