I can still feel the specific, restless excitement of chasing a flickering neon sign across a darkened parking lot in Grand Rapids during my college years.
There is a primal joy in discovering that the best meal of your week isn’t hidden behind a mahogany door, but rather served through a sliding window on a side street.
Growing up in Michigan, you learn quickly that the changing seasons dictate our appetites, and the arrival of the local food trucks signifies the true start of a lakeside summer…