No, no … Not that Georgia.

Trying something new here today on the Blogovel …. domestic travel.  Although, while this is domestic travel for me, for many readers this might actually be a trip to The America.  Having recently arrived in Atlanta I have apparently been the worst tourist and tour guide that this town has seen.  These are the claims of others.  I have had a brilliant time.  I’ve eaten the sweetest waffles in the history of man … okay that might be a slight exaggeration …. but not by much.  The Waffle House certainly knows how to take a medium for the conveyance of sweet fruits and syrups and make it a tasty pastry in its own right.  I’ve also had the opportunity to visit the puppet museum.  I don’t actually know that that’s what it’s called, but it’s a workshop/museum that’s free on Thursdays during certain hours, and features Jim Henson’s creations.  That however, is not the subject of this post.  There’s something WAY BETTER that I have had the chance to experience.

Food trucks and King of Pops (http://kingofpops.net).

Think about it.  How weird is it that walking down the street we will stop at a random truck with crazy paint on the side and trust food that people who practically live out of these vehicles prepare for us.  It’s the adult version of accepting candy from a van with a wizard panorama painted on the side.  Not a good idea …. But SUCH a good idea! 

Going out for food in Atlanta (which seems to be the biggest highlight for most city residents), we went for a walk and ended up in a parking lot in which 5 or 6 trucks had convened with specialties ranging from Blaxican (soul inspired Mexican food featured on the right of the above photo) to cupcakes.  It is worth note when anything distracts me from buying cupcakes, but I didn’t give it more than a few seconds’ thought.  I was going home with a popsicle. 

This is the second time that I’ve encountered King of Pops.  I’ve heard stories of their sustainability, only throwing out two bags of trash a week, and the website proudly announces the seasonality of their ingredients.  While these are all things that I think are good in a company, and I applaud their efforts, these are sort of the standards  that I think should exist naturally in the world.  I naively do not choose businesses because of these practices, but will punish other businesses when I find that they are in grave violation of these principles … always after the fact.

No, the reason I like King of Pops is because of the pops.  The remarkably creative flavor combinations, and basically put:  they taste amazing.  So far I’ve tasted the hibiscus margarita flavor and chocolate sea salt, and my only complaint is that they melt too quickly … given that it was 104+ degrees (F), I can hardly blame the company for that. 

So perhaps I’m not the best tour guide, and I don’t see the expected destinations of a typical tourist while I’m in the Atlanta area, but I’ve discovered some little gems, and that’s enough for me.