Food Trucks are a Hit at the UW

Food trucks in Red Square at the UW - photo Hugo Kugiya
Food trucks in Red Square at the UW - photo Hugo Kugiya

By Hugo Kugiya

Teenagers really go to college for the food.

Actually, they go to college so they can drink, but otherwise they go for the food. Perhaps they go firstly to meet girls or boys, and secondly to drink, and perhaps then for the food. More truthfully, along with drinking and sex, they go to college for the freedom, the parties, maybe the football games, but with some luck, they stumble, perhaps while drunk, into the food.

Motosurf seems to be the crowd favorite in Red Square - photo Hugo Kugiya

Because of the diversity of life large universities attract, college towns and college neighborhoods like the University District are some of the most interesting places to eat. Teenagers might not know that as they leave the small towns and suburbs they are from, but soon enough discover something they’ve never eaten while out looking for pizza or a sub sandwich. College might be a kid’s first taste of Indian masala or a Vietnamese sandwich or Korean stew.

This was likely more true of a student in the 1980s than of a student today, who probably grew up with more food choices and ethnic variety. These days, suburbs are full of immigrant-run restaurants that used to reside exclusively in city centers. Yesterday’s exotic fruits, like mangoes, Asian pears, and kiwis, are now commonly found in mainstream supermarkets. I did not taste olive oil until I was well into adulthood; my kid pretty much grew up on it. Ditto for a dozen other things that would have seemed special and mysterious in an American grocery 30 or 40 years ago but are pedestrian today, things like pesto or tofu or goat cheese.

University Way, a block from the University of Washington campus, is a pocket of cosmopolitan dining where you can find a Persian restaurant, a Brazilian restaurant, and a West Indian diner on the same strip — which illustrates the dichotomy of college dining. Off campus, the food is often surprising and different; on campus, it is mostly bland and institutional. College life is supposed to challenge your senses and expectations; the food seems to be mostly exempt from this obligation.

“I live in McCarty Hall (one of the UW dormitories) so I eat at McMahon (another dorm), By George (a food-court style restaurant in the undergraduate library) and Eleven 01 (another dorm restaurant) all the time,” said Corey Jones-Weinert, a freshman at the UW. “It’s always the usual pizza, burgers, and pasta…I think this place has the best food on campus.”

Motosurf's kalua pork with macaroni salad (left), pork burrito (top), and grilled chicken with kimchee.

By “this place,” Jones-Weinert was referring to the Motosurf food truck, one of three operated by the school’s Housing and Food Services department. Motosurf serves Hawaiian-style lunches inspired by the popular Marination food truck. Motosurf’s portions are big, prices low, and it gets the flavors right. The kalua pig is smoky and salty; its macaroni salad is savory. The truck serves grilled chicken ($5), Spam fried rice ($2.50), pork and spam sliders ($2 each) and even authentic Korean kimchee, which might mark the first time the state of Washington has been in the business of procuring kimchee.

Parked next to Motosurf in Red Square on a recent cold, wet afternoon was the Mexican food truck Siganos and a gourmet hot dog truck called Hot Dawgs. Plans are to add two more food trucks this year, one that serves southern-style barbecue and one that serves California-style street food, according to Gabe Kinney, the executive chef of Housing and Food Services.

“There are not too many school campuses that have done it,” Kinney said. “It was gutsy for us to think about it. So far, it’s been very successful. In a good week, when the weather is cooperating with us, each truck is expected to do about 1,600 transactions.”

The food trucks, collectively called UW Street Food, are open only for lunch, only on weekdays. They take only credit cards and student dining account cards. The trucks were installed to make up for the absence of the Husky Den cafeteria in the Husky Union Building, which was torn down so it can be replaced. The food lines were not overwhelming this week in Red Square, the symbolic center of the university, and the unofficial venue for protests and other forms of student expression.

The longest line of students stood in front of a table staffed by volunteers signing up participants for a game called zombie tag, in which human players with toy guns shoot zombie players who try to infect as many human players. Apparently, that too is what kids go to college for. On this day, and probably most, zombie tag proved more of an attraction than the Asian American Christian Fellowship, the Film Club, and the “Fast-a-Thon” put on by the Muslim Students Association, all of whom also had tables but no lines in Red Square.

Given the weather, the food truck lines were fairly consistent. Waits were relatively short. And based on my memory of campus food — I lived in McMahon Hall for two years in the mid-1980s — the food was a cut above. A small plate of kalua pig, which comes with a mound of rice and macaroni salad (only $3.50) was more filling, more tasty, and less expensive than most of the sandwiches served indoors around campus.