They say it was food what fostered human evolution. From pre-neanderthal something something to what is believed to be a post homo sapiens sapiens: the misunderstood homo urbanis. The following is a guide on how the homo urbanis survives on its natural environment: the city.
In the midst of the steel jungle, homo urbanis can survive the harsh grey carbon dioxide environment with the use of several instruments: compass is no longer necessary, but you certainly need your cell phone. Some cash and plastic companions, but nothing saves the day as a warm (or cold) imperfectly delicious reminder of home flavour. It certainly changes your mood from vast despair under the shadows of concrete buildings, to at least some sort of energised melancholy that allows you to sail through traffic jam. Street flavours, concocted with the indulgence of home ingredients, can bring you back into your comfort self, that empowered gladiator that was pampered by the security of home.
Fast, on spot indulgence
This home sweet home reminder would be useless if it followed the same speed of a Sunday meal preparation. Come on, the catch with the street move is that it tastes like home, but it moves like the city. It’s fast, it’s assertive, and it’s right there when you need it, it has no excuses.
Homo urbanis around the world can follow the scent of a great street food spot. Millions of others just follow social media recommendations. Both techniques work. You may as well give it a random try to a meal you’ve never tried before, it would be the closest thing to travelling. But regardless of how you get in contact with the experience of street food (recommendations, random selection, of social media reviews) apart from the discovered, or re-encountered flavour, speed is street food baseline offer. Nothing personal. It’s a demand from the city.
Location also matters. you really don’t want to run to take a bus or the tube during lunch break. Street food act this was as life savers when they can throw a saving boat at you during the darkest hour of your stomach demand. On corners, alleys, trucks moving around, you name it. Availability and access is what makes you love these street saviours even more.
Global taste on a budget
Homo urbanis basically cares about three things: speed, space, and s-budget (as in safe-budget). We loves fast things, a nice spot, and the possibility to pay for it and don’t get frown on debts while enjoying that indulgence. Street food does exactly that for us. The possibility of travelling around the world, on the spot, quickly with some home flavour at a affordable price is what turns some urbanites into zealots of the cities. The Queen Pepiada loves homo urbanis. We took every measure to ensure our street food offer covers the demands of the homo urbanis as best as it could get. The truck, the menu, the spots and the flavours (holly-sh%&$ the flavours) will convince you.