No Taste of Buffalo. No Italian Festival. No Erie County Fair. No trip to Toronto. (And even now, the socially distanced drive-in is a giant question mark. I thought for sure that I was looking at the second-worst summer of my life*. But lo and behold, a couple of food trucks set up shop at the mall and I got to enjoy a Dirty Bird from Mineo and Sapio Street Eats.

Messy, but very tasty. Granted, the selection isn’t as bountiful as I’m used to, but in a world like this, you take your pleasures where you can get them.

* - Nothing can top 2017, what with the loss of my father, getting lost in Toronto, some cokehead rear-ending my Impala and the sleep-murdering, soul-destroying Office Depot rebuilding job.