Florida streets take on a different personality when the right food trucks roll up, and I’ve learned to recognize it by smell first, that mix of salt air and hot oil that cuts through humidity and pulls you toward the curb without much debate.
These roving kitchens feel tuned to the coast rather than parked near it, drawing from local docks and trusted purveyors, turning short, efficient lines into moments of quick, briny joy that don’t ask you to slow down any more than necessary.
I like how immediate the experience is, buttered rolls handed over still warm, citrus snapping brightly against fresh seafood, fried edges staying improbably crisp even as the air tries its best to soften everything…