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GQ Puts Three L.A. Food Trucks on 'Best Places to Eat' List

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People outside of Los Angeles seem to be continually discovering the amazing hidden gems inside Los Angeles, and then reporting them as if they're the first to notice.

Not that you can really call food trucks hidden gems anymore, given that our very own Jonathan Gold wrote a defining piece in The Smithsonian on the rise of food trucks in L.A. and in the rest of the country back in March. But GQ is just now picking up on the trend, and in their July issue, writer Brett Martin lists not one, not two, but three of our beloved local trucks as "The Best Food in America's Most Unexpected Places" -- Steel City Sandwich, the Flatiron Truck and, of course, the Grilled Cheese Truck.

Timeliness (or lack thereof) aside, though, Martin captures with great accuracy the feeling of wandering around a lot full of trucks serving up steaming hot meals:

...I roll up to The Truck Stop. Except, for all its American Graffiti trappings, this is no temple to car culture. The pumps are covered. A handwritten sign reads no gas.The shiny, souped-up vehicles everybody's lining up to see aren't here for a drag race. And those beautiful kids may have youthful hunger in their eyes, but not, it would seem, for young love. A couple, he in black-on-black Yankees cap, she in Snooki sweats and flip-flops, wander arm in arm between the idling trucks. "Ohmigod," she squeals as they approach one. "Those homemade pierogies are uh-mazing." They kiss.