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SDCC '12: The defining moment and the burrito


Even though everyone says Comic-Con isn’t about comics, it’s still the biggest, best comics show in the Western Hemisphere. The guest list and programming alone make it unrivaled as a place to celebrate cartoonists and their creations. From Gilbert Shelton to Lynn Johnston to Katsuhiro Otomo. The Comic Arts Conference. Tr!ckster. So much more. Even with all the fuss and muss, if you love comics, it’s still the best place to be.

Thus I feel a small pang of guilt when I cover all the hoopla and nerdlebrity explosions in the run-up and during the show, because they get the lion’s share of the attention from all the media coverage you’ll be seeing next week. But the experience itself is so one of a kind that it can’t be ignored. We’ll all be complaining about the flyers and the autograph seekers and the Klieg light parties and the giant banners and sky-writing and expensive cocktails…but…well, it’s the whole swirling miasma that creates those fever dreams and sunset memories.

I have made my peace with the whirlwind that is con. Reading some of my past posts on the show, I seemed to have some kind of grandiose idea that complaining could change things. It took a few years, but in the end you had to let go, let Wil Wheaton. And in addition, I had the memory of The Breakfast Burrito to keep me going. Because sometimes you find your perfect moment in all the craziness.

In 2011, you veterans may recall, there was a South Park theme park opposite one end of the Convention Center. And they had a morning media preview. Being a fan of South Park, I trekked over a bit before it opened. And there I found a parking lot filled with food trucks. (And also a giant bus previewing that The Lord of the Rings: War In the North video game which sucked, I guess?) I also love The Lord of the Rings. I also love breakfast. And you know eating at the Con is always a challenge. So I grabbed myself a breakfast burrito from one of the trucks and sat down on a lamp post and ate it while I waited for South Park to open.

And that was the best damned breakfast burrito I ever had. It came with a green sauce that was life-changing. It was like fiesta and Christmas in one bite. As I sat there eating that burrito I marveled at how everything was fitting together. South Park. Angband. Kyle and Stan. Elladan and Elrohir. Coffee. Green sauce. An Adventure Time parade lining up by the trolley tracks. A morning of promise before a day of unknown joys and terrors. A day where anything at all could happen.

I felt that moment of peace, that moment of knowing you where were you belonged for one brief instant.

And for one whole year, I have been dreaming of going back and getting another breakfast burrito, of the creamy eggs and crispy bacon and chewy burrito and tangy green sauce, merging into one perfect bite.

The food truck lot was right next to my hotel, you see. I pictured myself getting up each morning, downing some Vietnamese Instant Coffee, dashing off some posts and then hustling over and grabbing a burrito, and for one more moment centering myself with bacon and eggs and green sauce. A moment before the madness.

I can’t tell you how many times I thought about this.

And then I found out that the city of San Diego has banned food trucks in the Gaslamp district.

The city told the food trucks they had to leave after the Neighborhood Code Compliance received an anonymous complaint, and Murcia said no specifics were given why they had to go.

But the food trucks are working to get back downtown soon, and Murcia has upcoming meetings with city officials to resolve any issues that were presented.

Complaints from local establishments charging $15 for a Batman poached egg, no doubt. No cheap, delicious food for you, con-goer.

But maybe there is still hope? Maybe I can find that food truck? A little googling and I found this:

It seems there will be a food truck festival during the show.
But it is not near my hotel.

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And there is one other problem.

I don’t remember where I got the burrito. The name of the truck is something that escaped into the miasma of con and all the butterfly nets in the world can’t find it in my brain.

I DO remember where it was however. And there’s this video. It’s all I’ve got to go on.

And this list.

If only I study it…put together the pieces…add it up…maybe I can find it again. A shuttle is running from the con to the food truck festival on the pier. A quest, if you will.

Who knows. I’l probably never get there again. A new defining moment awaits. Satori strikes you when you least expect it, maybe on a beach crowned by stars, maybe in a dusty parking lot. There must be a reason. You just keep searching.

  1. It may not be a breakfast burrito, but it looked like History Channel is bringing a massive BBQ set up to where the South Park thing was last year. (Be careful what you wish for “anonymous complainer”) Hopefully they’ll be firing up early.

  2. This is the most depressing post I’ve read in a while. I was so excited about lunch at the food trucks this year. It is beyond my comprehension that the city would ban the one element that allows attendees to actually eat a convenient meal that wouldn’t make Marion Nestle or Mike Bloomberg shrink away in horror.

    I can’t even address the insanity of having to take a bus to get to a food truck.

  3. What I miss is the breakfast cafe near Second and Island, circa 1996, near a bus depot or garage. (Long since redeveloped.)

    That morning, I got up early and had a leisurely breakfast outdoors, amid amazing weather. Potato pancakes, with apple sauce. Heidi and Patricia Mulvilhill arrived about fifteen minutes after me, but I was still a bit introverted at that point, so remained invisible.

    That was my first Comic-Con, so I was a bit excited. I had attended the Trade Expo before the Con, so I knew a bit what to expect. But the weather was perfect, the crowds not too large (I believe the Con was only up to Hall F at this point, holding the Artists Alley and Small Press booths).

  4. I’m already hitting up my local (sd) radio friends to see what the deal is with the food trucks. damned these fools!

    btw: pretty funny that comic con is almost on the heels of the running of the bulls in pamplona …or should that be hooves?

  5. Last year was the first time I went to SDCC and didn’t discover the food trucks until Sunday. So many lousy lunches and wasted time hunting for food, when those great food trucks were right under my nose. It might be a few years before I head back, but I figured when I did come back to make sure I knew the location of the food trucks before SDCC started. That if anything my second time would have better food.

    Hopefully this ban will be lifted or something changed by the time I come back. :)

  6. Just take a pedicab to and from the back of the convention to the food truck festival. I think it’s faster than waiting in line for food in the exhibit hall.

  7. Discovering those food trucks last year was close to a religious experience. Was looking forward to them this year but I don’t know about a $6 admission fee for one meal.

    On the plus side, the Sprinkles Mobile has said they will in downtown giving out free cupcakes on Friday and Saturday. They haven’t said where or if it’s part of this Invasion of the Pier, so I’d follow them to find out – @sprinklesmobile.

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