I work in an 'industrial' area in New Plymouth. I usually bring my own lunch. If I don't, I have the following options: I drive down the street to buy my lunch, or drive another 5 minutes to a Subway plus a bunch of tiny takeaways, or I buy from the food truck that comes to our car park at 12 noon every day. The truck would sound it's horn and our dear receptionist, L will usually call out "POISONOUS PETE" . That's a pretty special nick name if you ask me.
Pete is a lovely guy, small built and wore glasses. He offers EFTPOS on his truck and he had cold selection (pasta salad, fruit salad, slices, burgers) or hot selection, like pies (many sorts marked by different symbol) and sausages etc.
Today I brought my tin salmon and meslun salad but I really felt like a pie. So when I heard the horn, I went out and bought my steak pie. The steak tastes nice. There's enough gravy and steak in the pie. Definitely satisfied my craving to have a warm lunch.
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