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Hosting an Unforgettable Event with Wood Fired Pizza Wagon in Floral Park, NY

Hosting an event will be gratifying; adding something unique and exciting, like a wood-fired pizza wagon, will make it so. The great taste of freshly made pizzas and the appeal of a mobile food truck bring fun and flavor into any gathering. Here's how you can make your event one to remember with a wood fired pizza wagon in Floral Park, NY.

1. Choose the Right Wood-Fired Pizza Cart

First things first: finding the perfect vendor. Hire a wood-fired pizza wagon in Floral Park, NY that has a great reputation for serving top-notch pizzas. Some of the things you might want to consider when hiring include menu options, personalization of menus, and even the vibe of the truck. A great-looking wood-fired pizza wagon adds to the ambiance at your event and does great food.

2. Customize Your Menu

Having a wood fired pizza fire truck in Floral Park, NY, at your event premises allows you to come up with a personalized menu that suits every taste. Work with the vendor to decide on a few types of pizzas, including different toppings, crust options, and even dietary preferences such as gluten-free or vegan. Such a diversified menu will ensure that every guest finds something they will love, therefore making the occasion even more memorable.

3. Plan the Perfect Setup

Another basic essential of the whole setup of this event is related to the placement of the wood fired pizza food truck in Floral Park, ny. Place the truck in any area reasonably in the center so that guests can pass by the truck easily and, more importantly, it can be an easy focal point of the party. Think about the flow in and out of traffic around the truck and guest interaction. A well-placed wood-fired pizza fire truck in Floral Park, NY, will really draw attention and bring an energetic feel.

4. Entertain Your Guests

It's interactive, from the preparation of the dough to the very moment when it comes out of the wood-fired oven. Let the guests watch the processes, which amuses them and, at the same time, connects your guests to the food they will consume. You can even involve the guests by letting them choose toppings or letting them create their own pizza.

5. Consider the Details

Make certain to consider any details that will help your event go as smoothly as possible. You'll want to speak to the pizza wagon vendor to confirm any logistical details such as time of arrival, power requirements, and permits required. Consider complementary sides, beverages, and desserts that complement pizza nicely. Even small things, napkins, plates, and seating can enhance the entire experience.

Conclusion

Yes, at Floral Park, NY, a wood-fired pizza wagon is so much more than a catering option; it's an experience that can help make your event stand apart, keeping your guests talking well after the fact. Create something special by selecting an appropriate vendor, designing a personal menu, and elaborating an engaging setup for an event that will be remembered for years to come. From laid-back backyard bashes to no-holds-barred extravaganzas, a wood-fired pizza food truck brings people together better than anything else. Make it memorable with an event reservation for a wood fired pizza wagon from Zef's Pizza in Floral Park, NY, because this is where the deliciousness starts!

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Unlike an agency, our mobile pizza van adds a personal element to your corporate event where people will see the high-standard of your business,

So you’ll be in good hands as we’ll come up with an affordable, flexible catering solution that suits you and the needs of your guests.

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Chapter One: Tequila Sunrise

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!OC (Cecilia Anderson)

Summary: Meet Miguel O'Hara, a rugged bareback rider who could have had it all, and Cici Anderson, the spirited daughter of a stock contractor trapped in a toxic relationship. When fate brings them together for a dance, they see each other again and again.

Word count: 7,133

W: language, drinking, some locker room talk (but not by Miguel)

Ao3 link here

A/N: Anything that is italicized within the quotation marks is said in Spanish.

I didn't have wifi for almost a week and we've been dealing with one thing after another in the new apartment, but chapter one is finally here. And how did we get here? Basically, I read several rodeo romance books and thought "fuck it, cowboy Miguel" and now here we are. If you want to be added to the taglist you can comment or fill out the google form here

Miguel pressed the end call button and stared at his phone. 4:17. The afternoon interview and autograph sessions were done, but it was too early to get ready and too late to nap in his truck. He got up from his shaded spot outside with a grunt and started to look for Peter. Knowing him, he was probably near the concession stands looking for a vendor selling pizza. 

Sure enough, Miguel spotted his friend tucked away to the side, melted cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his baby, Mayday, strapped to his chest. He laughed silently to himself and acknowledged his friend with a tip of his hat.

“How’s Gabriel? He doin’ okay?” Mayday leaned forward to get a nibble of pizza, and Peter moved it away at the last second.

“He said he was probably going to order a pizza for dinner, and I said that’s fine as long as he doesn’t make that a habit everytime I’m out of town for a competition. Don’t exactly have the money to support that kind of habit.”

“True, but the kid deserves a treat every now and then.” To prove his point, he gave Mayday a bite of cheese. “Don’t tell Gwen I did that, she made me swear not to give our baby junk food.” 

Kid. At 25, Miguel didn’t think he would be looking out for a kid, much less his kid brother. At least Gabriel was fifteen now, so Miguel didn’t feel the need to hire a babysitter, but on his first weekend away he found himself checking in frequently. Peter spoke again, not concerned by Miguel’s silence. 

“He doin’ okay now? Last time I saw him he still looked really down, which I get it, y’alls mom died just a few months ago, but he didn’t laugh at a single one of my jokes.”

“Eh.” It wasn’t one of his favorite subjects, and he didn’t like dwelling on it. He knew Peter meant well, in his own way, but he would rather stand in silence. “He’s getting there.”

“And you? Are you getting there? She was your mother, too, you know.”

Debatable. “Let’s just say I had a different experience than Gabriel and leave it at that.”

“Alright,” Peter put his hands up defensively, “I can hear it in your voice, you don’t want to talk about it, so we won’t talk about it. But you need to talk about it, or it’s going to eat you up from the outside.”

Miguel grunted, signaling the end of the conversation. He stood with his arms crossed and a resting glare — that couldn’t be hidden behind sunglasses — weighing his options. It would be time to get ready soon, dressing in all his layers, checking his equipment, and stretching, but for now, he people-watched. 

Rookies milled about, either walking with too much confidence and not enough experience to back it up or wide-eyed hoping not to land in the dirt tonight. Families, wives, and girlfriends made their way to the seats to beat out all the fans who would be let in soon. The buckle bunnies would show up when the gates opened, hanging onto the fences to get a glimpse of the cowboys. 

Two women walked past, but every five steps they took they were stopped. Bareback, saddleback, and even bull riders approached them, some desperate and anxious, others dripping with charm, but all walked away disappointed. 

“Who’re they?” Miguel asked, gesturing with his chin rather than pointing.

“Who? Oh! You mean Barbie and Jessie from Toy Story. Those aren’t their names, of course, that’s just what I call them because that’s who they remind me of.”

He looked them over carefully with the nicknames in mind. “Jessie” referred to the redheaded cowgirl, plaid shirt and jeans to boot, with a hat pushed high on her brow. She stood with her hand pressed to her lower stomach as if she was cradling a barely there bump and checked her watch. “Jessie” gently nudged “Barbie” with her foot.

And “Barbie” was, well, Barbie. Dressed all in pink, with heels rather than boots, makeup done to subtle perfection, an easygoing smile, and batting her eyes. But she wasn’t a traditional Barbie, no, and he appreciated the difference. Her blonde hair wasn’t straight; it fell in ringlets across her shoulders. And she wasn’t built like a Barbie doll, with perfect proportions and a slim waist, no, she was plush and soft, something he could hold and squeeze. She was better than Barbie.

“They’re Andersons,” Peter continued, “Barbie is Cecilia, Jacob’s daughter, and Jessie is actually Taylor. She married Nick about a year or two ago, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, there should be another Anderson by the end of the year.”

Andersons. Everyone in the rodeo knew the Andersons' names. They were one of the major contractors for the shows, supplying the horses and bulls for the cowboys to ride. Jacob and Nick could often be seen wrangling the horses, helping shuffle them around to and from the chutes, but Miguel would have remembered seeing Cecilia before. 

Miguel clicked his tongue and slightly tilted his head, watching a pair of riders approach them. “And I take it they’re all trying to sweet talk them to know more about the ride they drew?” She reminded him of a princess holding court.

“Yup. And of course they never say anything to keep things equal, but it doesn’t stop them from trying.”

She quickly and easily dismissed the two rookies with a light laugh, tucking her blonde curls behind her ear. They stomped away cursing her name, but she paid no attention to them. Miguel chuckled, remembering when he was young and headstrong. And now? he thought, he wanted to try his luck. 

Miguel straightened his back, tugged on his jeans, and slicked back his hair under his hat. He better look decent if he was to present himself to the stock princess and plead his case. 

“Miguel O’Hara,” he offered his hand, and she took it. Her hand was soft and small in his, her nails a delicate shade of pink, and he looked in her dark blue eyes. She was tall, but still short compared to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her voice was saccharine sweet, dripping with honey. “Cici Anderson, and this is my sister, Taylor, but I think you already knew that. To what do we owe this pleasure?” 

“I thought I would join the masses trying to get a reading on their ride.” His hands rested reflexively on his hips, subconsciously emphasizing his gold stallion belt buckle. Miguel was damn proud when he won it. He caught her eyes flick appreciatively, and he smirked.

“Is that so?” Taylor asked. “And who did you draw?”

“Fate.” Miguel scrutinized their reactions, and their shared sly glance told him more than their words would.

“We really can’t say…” Cecilia trailed off, smiling apologetically with wide eyes, “You understand?”

Her sympathetic look drove him crazy. If it was an unlucky draw, he wanted to prove her wrong. “Is that so? Then how about a bet?”

Taylor rolled her eyes, but Cecilia was curious. That was the foot in the stirrup he needed to give him a lift. “What kind of bet?”

“If I get 90 points or higher,” she raised her eyebrows in amusement, “then you owe me a dance, Cecilia.”

“And if you fall short or fall off? What do I get then?”

He narrowed his eyes, his brow pinching together. This was his trump card. “I’ll leave you alone, and I’ll tell all the other riders to leave you alone from here on out.”

Taylor snorted, “That’s a good deal.” 

“You’re on, Miguel.” Cecilia smiled like she already won. “I guess we’ll see tonight.”

“You will,” he promised with a wink. 

Miguel tipped his hat to them to leave, and as soon as he turned away another cocky rider approached. He stopped the man and leaned in close, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he growled, “leave ‘em alone.” Intimidated, he backed off.

Peter covered Mayday’s ears to ask “What the hell was that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “If I get 90 points or better, I’ve got a date tonight. If I don’t then I stay away.”

“What the hell was that?” Taylor whispered harshly in Cici’s ear. “You have a boyfriend, what are you going to do if he wins?”

Right. She may have let herself get carried away talking to Miguel. She never should have agreed to his bet but felt confident she would win.

Cici rolled her eyes. “He’s riding Fate. Sure, she’s a good horse, and he could score eighty points, but he has to be smart. She’s young, so he needs to set his feet and pick her up or she’ll move out down the arena. There’s no way he’ll beat ninety points.”

“What’re you two gossiping about?” Cici’s cousin, Gwen, plopped herself down beside them. She had plenty of time before she needed to dress and stretch for the barrel racing events, and she knew what it looked like when her friends were up to no good. 

Cici sighed and started to explain. “You know the bareback rider Miguel O’Hara?” 

“Who doesn’t?” Gwen’s eyes bulged out of her head. “Not only is he drop dead gorgeous, but he’s majorly talented, too. Some people say he could’ve won at the finals last year if he hadn’t dropped out.”

Taylor set her chili cheese dog aside, a pregnancy craving, and interjected. “Which is total bullshit by the way. It's a ten day competition and he left on day six. There’s no telling how far he could have gotten. For all we know he could have been bucked off before the whistle the following day.” Satisfied she made her point, she took another messy bite. 

“As I was saying,” she gave her sister-in-law a pointed look and handed her a napkin, “he introduced himself-”

“-Saying it was a pleasure to meet her.”

“And he was curious about the horse he drew to ride tonight. I couldn’t tell him anything, of course-”

“-of course.” Gwen giggled and rolled her eyes.

“But he must have read my expression because next thing I know, he’s betting he’ll get ninety points or more on Fate.”

“What does he want if he wins?” 

Cici sighed deeply, knowing this was the part that made her a fool. “He wants a dance…” She saw her cousin’s shocked expression and immediately tried to make it sound better than it did. “But if I win, which I know I will, he promised to leave me alone and get all the riders to stop pestering us for info.” 

“I don’t know, Cici. Sounds a little too good to be true to me.” Gwen shrugged, wanting to be supportive, but still doubtful.

“And what are you going to tell Josh?”

Right. Josh Miller, her boyfriend since sophomore year of college. They both pursued business degrees and met in their prerequisite courses. After graduation, he landed a job in the city while she started working for her father, making their relationship long-distance for the last two years. It was tough sometimes, but any relationship worth having took work.

“I’m not going to tell him anything because there will be nothing to tell,” Cici proclaimed confidently.

“And it would royally piss him off,” Gwen grumbled. 

Sometimes, Cici grew tired of defending him to her friends, but she always put on a brave face. After five years together, she liked to think she knew him better than they did. “Try to see it from his perspective. He lives three hours away, we don’t get to see each other often, and then I dance with some other guy. Who wouldn’t be a little jealous?”

“Jealous enough to track your location and call you when you go somewhere without telling him?”

“Jealous enough to curse you out over the phone?”

“Jealous enough to give you the silent treatment and then gaslight you into thinking you’re the jealous one?”

“Jealous enough to keep you from even hanging out with us outside the rodeo?

“Ugh, enough” Cici huffed, “he apologized, didn’t he? If that’s enough for me, it should be for you.”

Both girls stayed quiet knowing they pissed her off. But to them, they saw it as trying to help her. They could lead a horse to water, but they couldn’t make her drink.

***

Cici jokingly referred to the national anthem as the cue for the bareback riders. Traditionally, it was the first event of the night and came after the flag bearers and the grand entry. She felt the familiar twinge of excitement, a quick beating of her heart, as the lights dimmed in the stadium. Everyone stood for the opening strains of the anthem, including Cici, and she watched the flag bearers come thundering out.

Her father and brother were by the chutes, and Gwen was getting dressed and stretching, so it was just her, her mother, and Taylor in the Anderson section of seats. She thought about just a few years ago when they would be gathered together to watch Nick compete in the bareback rides, but a knee injury bucked him out of riding. He started working more seriously for their father then, helping him now that he was getting older. 

She spotted Miguel sitting on top of chute number three, waiting for the right time to settle onto Fate’s back. He wore starched jeans under his simple tan leather chaps, and a blue and red shirt tucked into those jeans highlighting the narrowness of his waist. Looking down the chute, his pale hat covered his face, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. Miguel rolled his shoulders back and forth, trying to release some of that tension.

The first rider had a good, clean time. Nothing remarkable, no flashy spur strokes, but controlled sweeps. A solid run that earned him 75 points. The second got overconfident, and when he reached for her neck he found nothing but air. His foot swung over the horse’s neck as she dropped her nose, ducked back to the left, and launched him ass over heels.

Bareback riding was one of the more finicky and dangerous events of rodeo as the best rides straddled the thin line between going big or going home. Judges wanted to see long, flashy spur strokes, but riders needed to stay centered and get their boot heels firmly planted in the horse’s neck before its front feet hit the ground on the next jump. The harder or the fiercer the horse bucked, the bigger the score. The rider was rewarded for opening up and taking chances unless he fell over that line and lost control.

The first cowboy played it too safe, and the second fast and loose.

“Coming out of chute number three…” Cici’s pulse quickened, “Miguel O’Hara!” The chute gate banged open and the crowd roared when he came out on Fate. He would only have eight seconds to do ninety points or nothing.

With her first move out of the chute, Miguel’s legs snapped straight, his heels planted solidly in the hollow where her neck met her shoulder. Fate responded by dropping her head and kicking high. For the next two, three, four jumps, Fate barely moved from the spot as Miguel lifted her straight in the air, his spurs rolling clear back to his rigging. His fringed chaps beat like the wings of a bird, daring them to go higher and higher.

“Holy shit,” Taylor murmured beside her.

The buzzer sounded at precisely eight seconds, and the pickup men closed in, setting Miguel safely on the ground. Overhead, the big screen replayed the ride in slow motion. Miguel stopped walking to the chutes and turned to watch. Cici wondered if he was mentally calculating his score like she did. 

“The judges have awarded 92 points to Miguel O’Hara, easily making him the top scorer of the night! Let’s see if he can keep that title before the end of the night.”

Taylor leaned over so Cici’s mother couldn’t hear. “Looks like you’re going dancing tonight.”

***

Cici watched from the side as the press swarmed Miguel at the end of the night. They all wanted to get a snappy quote from the highest scorer, and he greeted them with a pretty smile. Miguel locked eyes with her as he spoke, and blood rushed to her cheeks. Thank God she wore enough makeup so he couldn’t see.

“I guess it was a good turn of Fate,” he winked at the camera, but she knew it was meant for her. “I had to convince her a little, she’s young and shy of course, but she responded well to me.”

“How appropriate is it that your first horse back is called Fate?” Journalists never could resist a good story.

“I’m hoping it’s a sign of good things to come.”

“We hope so as well. Thank you, that was Miguel O'Hara, everyone who’s just tuning in, top scorer here tonight in Fort Worth.”

Cici spoke to several camera crews as well, giving the perspective of a contractor. Miguel waited until the journalists cleared out and the cowboys and cowgirls left to talk to her. He walked with extra pep in his slightly bow-legged step, a certain swagger in his hips. 

“It seems like Fate wanted you and I to dance,” he quipped. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” Cici rolled her eyes. “But seriously, good job out there. I thought she was an eighty at best, and you proved me wrong. Not many can say that.”

Miguel looked at her seriously, a little furrow between his brows. “Thank you.”

“Now about that dance…” his dark brown eyes lit up when she mentioned their dance, a flicker of gold across the smooth darkness. “I know what you’re thinking-” 

“-Uh huh, and what am I thinking?”

“I know cowboys like you, and you all think the same thing.” Cici made it a rule not to date cowboys. “If you give me enough drinks, if you rope me into one more dance, then I’ll go back to whatever motel you’re staying at, or even in the cab of your truck, and not call me in the morning like you promised.”

“Ouch,” Miguel pouted, “been burned by the rope before?”

“Nope, and I never will. I have a boyfriend, and I don’t date cowboys.”

He looked her up and down, from her high heels to her pink headband, his eyes lingering somewhere in the middle. “That’s a damn shame.”

“You can have one dance,” she held up her finger, “at a bar of my choice, with the understanding that it will lead to nothing more.”

“Why bother then?”

She looked him square in the eye. “I won’t have it said that Cici Anderson doesn’t fulfill her bets. If you want your dance, you’ll meet me tonight at Lone Star.”

“It’ll be later tonight,” he stumbled over his words, “I need to shower and change before I go anywhere.”

“Don’t worry. Did you think I’d go dancing in these shoes?”

Miguel showered and shaved back at his motel. He didn’t want to smell like horse and dirt when he showed up. He rifled through his suitcase, wishing he packed a better selection of clothes and settled on a simple black button-down shirt, clean bootcut jeans, and his least dusty pair of boots. Looking in the mirror, he ran a handful of gel through his hair and spritzed himself with cologne. 

He struggled to find a spot in the crowded parking lot, but he found one in the back corner. Miguel hesitated to cut the engine and get out. What if she wasn’t there? What if he made a fool out of himself? She already told him it wasn’t going to lead to anything, but he wanted his dance. He earned it. 

His watch buzzed on his wrist, alerting him of an incoming call from his brother. He smiled and answered. Miguel could hear Gabriel crunching chips and playing a video game in the background, and it grated on him.  

“Fucking kid. You better not be gaming and snacking again because I am not taking apart another controller because you got crumbs stuck in it.”

Gabriel paused mid-chew, talking over the food in his mouth. “What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?”

Miguel laughed and sighed, reminding himself that Gabriel was fifteen. “Hello? How are you?”

“Better now that you’re asking. Thanks for the pizza by the way. I’d save you the leftovers, but there won’t be any.”

“Well with your taste I’m not worried. You probably put pineapple on it.” He grimaced at the thought of it.

“I did, and it was delicious. Now are you gonna tell me how you did or keep me in suspense?”

Miguel kept an eye on the parking lot, wondering if Cici was already there, waiting for him or taking her time to get ready. “Top scorer of the night, and I wasn’t sure when I watched a couple of the other guys.”

Gabriel laughed, and for a moment Miguel thought about how his laugh changed. He remembered Gabriel’s giggle as a baby. “You were moping around here for a week, nervous to even go, and look.”

“Maybe it was fate,” Miguel snorted, “that was the horse’s name.”

“Ha ha, maybe, but it was you, too.” There was a pause, neither brother was sure what to say to the other. “What are you gonna do now?”

“Well, I'm sitting in the parking lot of a bar right now, so I think I'm going to celebrate a little.”

“A little? You have free reign right now. I’m home, fed, and know not to open the door for strangers. Go nuts.”

Miguel spotted a baby pink BMW convertible pull into the lot, and he knew without seeing any faces it was Cici. No one but the princess would drive that car. Somehow, she found a parking spot near the door and wasted no time pulling in. He watched her check her hair and makeup in the mirror, turning to her friends for confirmation. Satisfied, she cut the engine and left, not bothering to put the top down given the drought. 

“Hello?” Gabriel let the “o” drag out, “You there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm here. But not for much longer,” he grumbled. 

“Have fun, be safe, don't make me an uncle before my time!” Gabriel ended the call before Miguel could call him out. He thought about sending him a text, but he didn’t even know what he would say. Instead, he waited a few minutes before entering the bar. Too soon, and it would look like he waited for her, and he certainly wasn’t doing that.

Lone Star was like every other bar rodeo goers frequented, and it wasn’t the type of place he expected a princess like Cici Anderson to frequent. Parts of the floor were sticky as he walked, letters flickered out on neon signs, and a jukebox played old country songs. He ordered a beer on tap from the bartender, wanting the foam on top that he couldn’t get from a bottle, and retreated to a dark corner. 

Cici sat at a high table, one half booth and one half chairs, which made him think of an island. Taylor sat across from her, and a friend sat beside her. He thought he recognized her from the barrel racing, but out of uniform, he couldn’t tell. Cici laughed with them, little creases by her eyes and her head thrown back. He wanted to know the joke so he could make her smile like that. 

Her friend whispered something in her ear, and she turned ever so slowly and subtly to the side to look. Cici spotted him, hiding by a collection of decorative license plates mounted on the wall, and smiled. She bobbed her head up to him in greeting. He tipped his hat to do the same. Miguel made no move to join her, so she beckoned him with her dainty little manicured hand. How could he refuse?

“This is nice, you’ve got your own little spot-” He pulled back one of the chairs.

“-Stand,” Cici’s friend directed.

Miguel frowned, looking at Cici. “What?”

“You have to stand. All men who approach the gals table have to stand. They can’t sit down; they have to stay on their toes, ready to leave if they piss us off,” she clarified. 

Damn. He didn’t realize describing it as an island was so accurate. “Can I at least set my beer on the table, or will you make me hold that, too?”

“Hmm,” she pretended to deliberate, “you can set your drink down, but if you touch the food you’re done.”

He put on a thick southern drawl, “Yes ma’am. I understand.”

“Good, I’d hate to see you kicked out. 

***

Miguel was a good sport. He stood, occasionally shifting his weight from one foot to another, but he never complained. He didn’t want to risk being voted off the island. As promised, he never laid a finger on their food, no matter how tempting the loaded fries, mozzarella sticks, and buffalo wings looked, and he tried to listen more than he spoke. But he just couldn’t help himself from getting into trouble. 

It started when he watched Cici walk to the bar for another drink. Miguel told himself it was to make sure no creeps hit on her, but he was the one thinking about how her ass jiggled in that baby pink dress she wore. Each cheek must be more than a handful, and he wanted to feel her spilling over his fingers.

But, she has a boyfriend, he reminded himself, and she doesn’t date cowboys.

Cici took a sip of her drink before she left the bar. She nodded once to herself, pleased with the taste, and returned to the island. Miguel looked at her drink, wrinkled his nose, and asked, “What is that?”

She grinned mischievously. “Sex on the beach. You want a taste?”

He pressed his lips to the lipstick mark she left on the rim of the glass. It was fruity and sweet, almost overwhelmingly so, but he tasted something bitter too, lying just underneath. So perfectly Cici.

“I should’ve expected the princess would have some fruity little drink,” he teased.

Cici rolled her eyes. “My fruity little drink has more kick than your little beer.”

“If you want something with kick, you should be drinking tequila.”

Gwen talked through a mouthful of mozzarella stick. “Is that a suggestion for shots? Count me in!”

Cici looked at him with challenge and trouble in her eyes. “If we’re doing shots, then Miguel, you need to take two to get on our level. Those beers aren’t gonna cut it.” Miguel never could resist a dare. After all, it was a bet that brought him there in the first place. 

He spoke to the bartender to get four shots — one for Cici, one for Gwen, and two for him — and another Dr. Pepper for Taylor. Miguel tapped his knuckles against the bar and looked over his shoulders as he waited for them to be poured. A group of guys at the bar were too rowdy for his taste, and they certainly weren’t slowing down when the bartender served them another round. He ought to keep an eye on them. Bull riders with money burning a hole in their pockets and more alcohol in their veins than blood were trouble. 

Gwen wolf-whistled when he brought back the drinks, making him blush and tip his head. Miguel lined up the shots on the table, the glasses tiny in his hands, and he passed the soda to Taylor. She hadn’t asked for a refill, but he saw her cup was nearly empty. 

“Cheers”, they all said as they clinked their glasses together. They tapped the bottom of the glass against the table before drinking it. Miguel set his aside and moved his second in front of him. 

“Cheers,” he smiled wolfishly before repeating. 

“Now we’re even.”

The ladies finished off the last of their appetizers, and Miguel caved and ordered wings after looking longingly at them for the last half hour. Cici switched to strawberry lemonade for the time being, not wanting to get too drunk, but enjoying the slight floaty feeling. 

Miguel got up to get another beer, and she noticed him talking to the bartender longer than it would take to say “Another Modelo, please,” and Cici wondered what he was up to. He returned, careful not to lean on the table and upset it with his size, and he sipped his beer. The Shania Twain song faded, and when a piano flourish started to play, Miguel half grinned, confident but trying to hide it. 

“I think it’s time for our dance, princess.”

Cici deliberated for a moment, recognizing the song and trying to remember the name of it. “If you think so.” Miguel offered his hand when she left the bench seat, and she tried not to think about how his hand dwarfed hers and his rough calluses against her soft palm.

He led her to the center of the makeshift dance floor where several couples paused, unsure how to dance to the song. One of his strong hands snaked toward her waist and the other held her hand. They stood close together — another step and they would be pressed chest to chest — and she wondered if her head would fit under his chin. Cici stood tall, especially in the heels Josh didn’t like her to wear, but Miguel stood taller. 

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered, “and try not to step on my toes with your heels.”

Cici reached up to rest her unoccupied hand on his shoulder. The muscle flexed and twitched under her delicate touch. She didn’t mind his hand on her waist, he kept a respectful distance between them, and if anything, it helped him guide her. But she couldn’t ignore how warm his hand felt against her. 

“Did you have to request Dos Gardenias?” Cici’s foot followed his, carefully avoiding his toes as he pleaded, and matching the song’s tempo with her hips. 

Miguel was a large, sturdy man, but just like in his riding, he could move lightly and gracefully. His lips twitched as they turned, “I’m surprised you know the song.”

“I’m full of surprises, but evidently so are you.”

He raised his arm and adjusted his hand so Cici could spin out. She did, letting the dim light of the bar shimmer across her satin dress. Cici caught Taylor and Gwen’s wicked grins and raised brows when she spun. She ignored them, knowing they would have plenty of time to talk. 

Miguel quickly responded, increasing the cadence of their dance. “I like surprises, and I like surprising people.” Sweat dotted his temples and his hairline. Cici wondered if he felt the heat growing between them, and she reminded herself the air conditioning here could barely fight the Texas heat.

She slipped her hand back in his, his fingers curling against hers. “It’s a good thing those go hand in hand.” Cici tilted her head up. 

The words never left his mouth, but his molten eyes spoke for him. Almost as if it was Fate. The final chorus of the song played through the cheap speakers. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. Miguel’s voice was soft, but his eyes turned playful, a subtle twinkle in the deep brown. “Do you trust me?” Cici nodded, trying not to show how breathless he and the dance made her. “Fuck, pretty, I need to hear you.”

She meant it when she said, “I trust you.” 

“Good.” Miguel’s grip on her tightened. One hand held her waist while the other her back. Cici stretched her arm across his broad shoulders, and she let herself be supported by him as he dipped her.

They stayed nose to nose as her back went parallel to the floor, close enough to kiss, but Miguel never did. Cici felt his breath ghost upon his lips. She smelled the tequila and beer, but underneath it something cleaner, fresher, like his minty toothpaste and soap.

Cici trusted him not to drop her or cross her boundaries, and he respected her wishes. Miguel held her there for three seconds, but it felt longer when she admired his face. She had never been this close, and now she could see all the subtle imperfections. A cut by his lip, the sharp points of his canines, the lines etched on his forehead, and the dark marks under his eyes. They made him human. 

The song ended, and Miguel brought her right side up. Blood rushed to her face, fueling the flame she felt. She excused herself, and Gwen and Taylor were quick to follow. Cici left Miguel on the dance floor with his hands in his pockets.

“Did you grab my purse?” Her voice shook.

“Here,” Taylor thrust it into her hands, “I have to pee again.”

“Baby still kicking your bladder?” Gwen asked, leaning against the double sink counter.

Taylor spoke from the stall, unashamed with her family. “Yeah, he better be one hell of an athlete with all this kicking.”

“Or a dancer, he could be a dancer,” Gwen teased.

Cici rifled through her purse for her touch-up makeup. Immediately after grabbing her powder, she dropped it and searched for the brush. She would feel better, calmer, and more composed once she fixed her makeup. 

Taylor laughed. “Both would be nice. What about those football players who do ballet for their training?”

“Or the riders who do yoga to stretch?” Gwen chimed in, “It’s time to think beyond traditional gender roles.”

Cici dropped her lipstick, lucky the purse caught it instead of the floor. “What is wrong with me?”

“Oh, are we talking about it now? I’ve been waiting all day to talk about it.” Taylor washed her hands in the sink next to her, exaggerating her facial expressions in the mirror. 

“I told him I have a boyfriend. He knows this. He respects this. But he still makes me feel so-”

“Bubbly?”

“Jittery?”

Feverish. Charged. Wanted. Protected. “Something like that,” Cici sighed, leaning in to re-curl her eyelashes.

 Taylor dried her hands and stayed in front of the mirror, leaning on Cici’s shoulder. “He’s hot. It’s only natural. And now that you’ve fulfilled your bet you can tell him to fuck off if you want.”

“True,” Gwen held the fragile pink bottle of perfume for Cici, “we can always kick him off the island.” 

But Miguel didn’t do anything to deserve getting kicked out so cruelly. It was not his fault she felt this way. She simply needed to control herself and remind herself of her boyfriend she loved very much. Cici sent him a text saying he could call her later, or she might call him because she missed the sound of his voice.

“Are you ready?” Taylor rested her hands under her growing bump, something she did more often by the week.

“Almost,” Cici took the perfume from Gwen’s hand and spritzed it generously, “now I am.”

Miguel watched her hurry off, her friends following close behind, and he tried not to let it sting him. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest, and he wanted to reach out for her. He picked up his beer from the table and stalked off to the pool tables, ready to do as he said and leave her alone. Their deal was finished, and he earned his points and his prize, but he felt hollow. 

The rowdy bull riders he saw at the bar congregated around the tables, and they invited Miguel to play. Typically, Miguel did not enjoy their company, but he thought in their inebriated state he could get away with “mhm” and “uhuh” until he was sober enough to drive back to his motel. They commended him on his straight shot and his ride, and he muttered quiet thanks, trying not to draw attention to himself.

It did not take long for them to change the subject, discussing the various girls across the bar and who they thought they had a shot with. If their game was like the way they played pool, they would be alone. Miguel stayed silent, not wishing to be part of their conversation. 

But, of course, they had to drag him into it. “What’s up with you and Anderson? You going back with her tonight?”

“She looked like putty in your arms. If you’d’ve kissed her I bet you’d be fucking in the bathroom right now.”

“Watch your mouth,” Miguel growled. He bent over the pool table, crouched like a panther ready to pounce. 

“What dude? It’s not like I’m into her or anything. She’s not my type, too heavy, but hey, if that’s your thing then go for it.”

“You can always hit it then quit it.”

“Or, I mean c’mon, she’s an Anderson. Use that to your advantage.”

Miguel stood up straight, tapping the pool stick on the wooden floor. “I told you the first time you disrespected her. You continued.” His voice was as rough as gravel. “I won’t tell you again.”

They muttered their apologies, but Miguel knew it wasn’t him they should be telling. It was Cici, but she shouldn’t know what they said. It would only make her sad, or upset, and Miguel didn’t want to do that to her. He looked for her across the bar, at their island. He saw Gwen and Taylor, but he didn’t see Cici. Miguel wandered off to a high two-top table, sipping on a Coke, and tapping his knuckles against the slanted, sticky table. 

He assumed she would be right back, powdering her nose or whatever ladies did, but he still didn’t see her. Miguel hoped to say goodbye and goodnight before he left. He settled his tab with the bartender, and he asked for the Anderson tab too.

“Are you sure?” the bartender asked. With multiple cocktails and appetizers, it wasn’t as cheap as beer and soda. Earlier, he split the shots between them, but it all came out the same in the end.

“Yeah, and when she asks for it, give her this copy of the receipt.”

He signed at the bottom, leaving a generous tip, and flipped it over. Thank you, he wrote, and on impulse, he scrawled his phone number too. With one final glance at their island, and still not seeing her, he decided it was time to head out. 

Miguel found Cici out in the parking lot. She leaned against her car, holding her cellphone to her ear, and she kept her head down. Cici didn’t see him, so he stayed by the door to listen.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled between her words, “I know you don’t like it when I hang out with them, but they’re my family. What do you want me to do? Not see my family?”

Crickets chirped and the music from the bar spilled outside, filling the awkward silence while she listened to the person on the other end of the line. 

“You’re right, Josh, I should’ve told you I was going out with them. But it was a special occasion, last minute, and-”

Josh. Her boyfriend, he guessed, and he must not be a cowboy because she doesn’t date cowboys. Miguel wondered what Josh was like. He must be jealous, by the sound of it, and controlling. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined your night… I love you.”

Cici ended the call and tipped her head up to the sky. The stars twinkled above, the moon finally came out to play, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. She took deep breaths in and out, wiping away tears with the tips of her fingers. Then, she looked at the door and jumped.

“Fuck, sorry, you scared me.”

He knew better given his size and stature. He knew people crossed the street when they saw him coming, clutched their keys tight, and never let him out of their sight. In the dark by the door, his shadow intimidated. 

Bashfully, Miguel stepped into the light. “You don’t need to apologize to me. I shouldn’t have eavesdropped there.” Silence crept between them, keeping them an arm’s length apart. Miguel uncrossed his arms, and Cici stepped closer. “But, for what it’s worth, it sounds like he should apologize to you.”

Cici exhaled, shuddering, and tears welled in her eyes. Miguel didn’t know what he should do, but he knew what he wanted to do. Protect her. Comfort her. Hold her. But, that’s not his place, he bitterly reminded himself. Josh, the one who made her cry, should be the one consoling her.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closer than when they danced. Her head notched under his chin, fitting them together like two broken puzzle pieces. He sniffed her addictive floral perfume in her hair and memorized the press of her soft body before she could pull away from him. Miguel barely heard her whisper into his shoulder, but he did. 

“Thank you… just, thank you.”

He took one last look at her, shining under the mix of starlight and parking lot floodlights. Cici’s eyes were glassy, her hair flattened from the heat, and her makeup smudged, but there was something intimately vulnerable and gorgeous. Miguel walked away before he could say something stupid they would both regret. Something like… Your boyfriend sucks. You deserve better. I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Let me treat you better.

He shook his head as if he could shake all those thoughts from him. The more he thought about her that way, the stronger those feelings would grow. It was better to drop everything now, keep to his word, and leave her alone. 

Miguel sat in his truck, unsure if he should drive back yet. Was he drunk on her or the drinks? If it came to it, he could sleep in the cabin or the bed of the truck. He kept a pillow and blanket tucked under the passenger seat, just in case. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he doubted it would be the last. He set a timer and closed his eyes. He’d be sobered up when it went off and could drive back to his motel. 

With his hat over his eyes, it was dark enough for him to doze off. But before he did, he swore that if he closed his eyes and focused, he could smell her perfume, feel her weight in his arms, and hear her laugh and say his name.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

Next chapter

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[cheemscakecat]

Alternate Tf2 Mercs

I headcanon that the Tf2 crew gets so used to the rotation of enemy teams - especially that one team that looks almost identical- that they just… see everyone looking identical to them except for their clothes.

Like they could look and sound very different in reality, but our RED team isn’t going to remember 9 faces and voices for each BLU team rotation, especially if there’s more than 5 in their general area.

That being said, I have some ideas.

A Scout from the Appalachian mountains who knows all the cryptid lore. So he’s not afraid to go into an unfamiliar forest, but gives other teammates an earful if they’re and I quote;“Disrespectful houseguests”.

A Scout who is obsessed with carbohydrates; he orders pizza, donuts, bread and pasta. [I saw a sad post of a Blu Spy shooting his son and saying that from the start, he didn’t want to have him. I imagine he got brought back by their Medic and left mercenary work to start his own bakery].

A Soldier from Russia that scares the others a little, since he was involved in the Attack of the Dead Men.

A Germaphobe Pyro who refuses to take off the mask in the dirty base, and uses fire to cleanse areas that are “biohazards”.

An Engineer who totally isn’t an alien who escaped Area 51, haha. He wears a hard hat that covers his ears and never takes it or the goggles off. Probably has unexpected allergies to Earth food.

‘Merican monster truck enthusiast Heavy from Florida.

Emo Medic with a monotone voice that likes to drone on about his favorite medical procedures.

High strung female Medic with a short temper.

Kleptomaniac Demoman that frequently gets caught wandering the battlefield and hoarding enemy supplies that he wants.

A Spy that sells his own teammates’ secrets to the Administrator, and who has more leeway for failure since he’s an asset. I imagine she values spies that are only loyal to her, especially so she doesn’t have to hire dimwit directors again.

[eyesoverinfinity]

Cooking show au l4d2

Episode 1: A pizza the action

The intro plays, it is a Introduction to all 8 of the hosts of this show: Zoey, Louis, Francis, Bill, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle and Coach.

Then the logo appears:

The logo dissipates to revel the camera zooming in on the hosts, as pre-recorded clapping plays.

The area looks to be a large kitchen, with ovens, sinks, cupboards and more. The most prominent feature is the eight cooking tables that the hosts are all in front of.

Louis steps forward.

Louis: Welcome to 8 in the kitchen! The show were we make food and may regret it later! Today Nick has the chef hat, so like last season, He'll be guiding us on todays ''dish".

Louis makes quotation marks when he says dish. A canned laugh plays.

Nick walks up to where Louis is standing.

Louis: So Nick, what are we making today?

Nick: Well Louis:

Nick walks off the stage and pulls in a white board with a pizza drawing filling the whole board.

Nick: As most long time viewers of this show know, my family are Italian immigrants, so today I'm going back to my roots. We're making pizza!

Francis and Zoey put up their hands.

Nick: You first Francis.

Francis: Can we put pineapple on it?

Nick: Get the apron of shame Francis.

Francis looks disappointed and sulks off.

Nick: and Zoey?

Zoey: how about peanut butter?

Nick: A peanut butter and jelly pizza? Well it's not what I had in mind but-

Zoey: no, with ham and cheese. The peanut butter replaces the tomato paste.

Everyone looks at Zoey in silent horror, Bill just shakes his head.

Nick: Francis, come back! Zoey's taking your place!

Francis runs back with glee and shoves an apron into Zoey's hands. It says "I have cleaning duty."

Zoey unhappily puts it on. Muttering that it's not her fault that she's a college student.

Nick: with that out of the way, Here's our game plan!

A sheet of blueprint paper rolls over the camera to show the transit to the 'game plan' screen, an animated section of the show where the steps that are going to be taken are animated while the head chief explains them.

Nick: First the ingredients, originally I was going to take suggestions, but after what happened with Zoey and Francis that's a hard no.

The blue print gets mushrooms, basil and other possible pizza ingredients drawn on it. Chibi versions of Zoey and Francis are drawn and crossed out.

Nick: So we're making margherita.

Most of the ingredients are crossed out and wiped away. Basil, Bocconcini, and tomatoes are left.

Nick: The amount of ingredients we need is a lot. Luckily I thought head of time and hired a few trucks-

Rochelle: Sweet Jesus!

The camera zooms out to show chibi versions of the hosts huddled around the blueprint in what looks to be a sci-fi spy base mixed with a kitchen.

Rochelle: Nick how many pizza's are we making?!

Chibi Nick smiles evilly.

Nick: oh, just one.

The other chibi's look to each other in fear, only chibi Rochelle truly grasps the shear size of what is about to happen. The camera zooms back into the blue print.

Nick: As I was saying, I hired a few trucks for the ingredients. To make it easier I ordered pre-made dough as well so this episode will air sometime this year.

The trucks are drawn, each one with a picture of a different ingredient. Then the camera zooms out to the chibis.

Nick: We'll need to roll all of the dough, put on the sauce and ingredients and cook it in an oven. But once it's made it'll be impossible for us to move, we need to make it inside the oven.

Bill: By god's name this is the first episode!

Coach: Boy, what kind of madman has an oven that big?

Zoey: We'd be better of setting a building on fire!

Ellis: In that case, I know a guy!

Everyone turns to chibi Ellis, the screen goes black.

A new Chibi man appears after the cut, he is not one of the hosts, but is standing next to Chibi Ellis with a mischief in his eyes and scars all over his skin.

?: Howdy everyone! You can call me Keith!

The camera cut's to the real people, Keith's scars are far more severe than his chibi's was and he is far taller than Ellis.

Keith: So, what can I do for ya'll?

Ellis: Ya know that shed you were gonna get rid of?

Keith: Yeah?

Ellis: Well I was thinking that we could set it on fire and use it to cook a giant pizza!

Keith: You want me to burn down my shed for pizza?!

Ellis: Keith, you'd burn down your shed for fun!

There is a pause.

Keith: You son of a bitch I'm in.

The camera cuts from outside of the shed to its inside. Nick's voice plays over a speed up time-lapse of the crew cleaning the floor with other people.

Nick: The floor is being sterilised because the tables would melt/burn inside the shed fire if we had them in there. But you guys don't need to see that.....

Nick: Expect for this bit.

The time lapse slows to normal speed to show Francis slip on a bar of soap and fall into Rochelle's arms. They stay like that for thirty seconds blushing and Louis takes a photo.

Nick: Now, on with the show.

Trucks are lined up outside the shed and unloading the ingredients. Passers by are taking photos are taking photos of the commotion. The hosts are in a team huddle.

Nick: Ok, we are going to need to put all of our force into rolling the dough into one pizza base, it doesn't have to be round. it just needs be whole. After we get the base rolled out we need to tackle rest of the pizza.

Rochelle: What are we going to use to spread the tomato paste? Brooms?

Nick: No that'd be ridiculous, I ordered giant spoons.

Bill: I thought we got rid of those after the cake incident with Chell last season.

Nick: Yeah well, times change. After we get the paste on evenly we get the toppings on. Me, Ellis, Rochelle and Coach will take the bocconcini. While Zoey, Louis, Bill and Francis will be in charge of the basil. Now, lets do this!

The hosts break the huddle and get to work. Montage music begins to play.

The montage shows the hosts working together to roll the pizza dough, try to lift the giant spoons, stop Coach from eating the toppings and use mission impossible style ropes to put the toppings on.

The hosts look at their creation after the montage. They can't enter the shed anymore, the pizza has overtaken it all. Nick closes the wooden shed door.

Nick: So, who's going to do the honours?

Keith: Hey guys I got a light-

Keith trips and the lighter sets fire to the shed instantly.

Nick: That works.

The hosts and Keith watch the flames, the fire department on speed dial, as people on the road cheer.

Nick: Judging by the heat of the fire, the pizza should be ready in about 2 minutes.

Keith: Nice! so how are we going to put it out without using water?

The hosts say nothing

Zoey: We're, um, not?

Louis: We were going to let it burn to the ground.

Keith: Why?!

Nick: It adds to the flavour.

Coach: and we're not letting a pizza that we spent 50 hours on be sprayed with water if we can help it.

Keith: and Dave says I'M crazy.

Ellis: I don't see a problem.

Francis: I don't Either.

Keith: Dear god, how did I become the voice of reason?

Bill: nah kid, we're messing with you. We don't really think that the pizza's going to be edible after this.

Keith frowns as the hosts laugh.

Keith: I don't know whether to be thankful or pissed.

Ellis: Sorry Keith, but the look on your face was hilarious.

Rochelle: lets be real though. it's not like the sheds going to poof into ash, blow away and leave a perfectly cooked pizza.

The shed poofs into ash, blows away and leaves a perfectly cooked pizza. A pause of disbelief.

Keith: Guess we're all idiots then?

Zoey: yeah, lets go with that.

Bill: So, what do we do with this pizza?

Nick: I don't know, I didn't think we'd get this far.

Coach: Well I for one am not going to let a perfectly good pizza go to waste!

Rochelle: Hate to break it to you Coach, but I don't think we'll be able to eat all that by ourselves.

Coach: Who says we have to, we have a whole crowd here.

Keith: Great! I'll call them over!

Louis: I think we should organise a line fir-

Keith: HEY GUYS, FREE PIZZA! COME OVER!

The hosts: KEITH NO!

The camera is knocked over in the pursuing stampede of people as the hosts run for cover.

The camera cuts to the hosts back in the kitchen. Ellis has an arm in a sling and everyone has a bruise of some sort, but they are otherwise alright.

Nick: Thanks for watching the show everyone, next time, we'll do a recipe indoors.

Rochelle: We'd normally thank our guest for being here, but Keith is in hospital with a broken ribcage and fractured shoulder.

Zoey: and frankly, He's lucky Ellis convinced our boss against suing.

Rochelle: So that's not happing.

Louis: We'll see you all next time.

Everyone: Bye!

The theme song plays and the credits roll. a post credit scene shows the burned down shed and pizza leftover, with a professional clean up crew working on it. White text comes up that says:

"We are not making Zoey clean that up."

[candy-floss-crazy]

Firetruck Food Truck Hire

USA Firetruck Food Truck Hire Big Bold and Beautiful. (Or Big Ugly Fat F**cker) depending on your point of view. Whether you love the look or hate it, there is no denying that this food truck makes a statement. A BIG statement. Built onto a custom fabricated American firetruck, this is unique in the UK. The bottom deck cooking facilities are designed for smaller events upto perhaps 1000 guests. If you need high capacity then the top deck opens up hydraulically giving you an extra 128 sq ft of kitchen. Spartan Monarch Firetruck   For the geeks out there, this is built onto a 1992 Spartan Monarch custom built firetruck chassis. It originally served with Evansville, Indiana's fire department. It was fitted out by KME fire body builders It has a 1250 GPM Hale pto driven pump It has a Detroit Diesel 6V92TA two stroke, turbocharged aftercooled diesel engine set to 350HP, and affectionately known as a "screaming Jimmy" It is called John W Sanders II after a young firefighter who was killed. Specification   This has the following; On board 25kw generator system with a 250 litre fuel tank 250 litre fresh water tank 100 litre waste water tank 2 metres x 1 metre LED advertising screen 3 metre rain canopy On board gas system for cooking appliances Multiple electric outlets for cooking facilities and accessories Optional matching support trailer with on board freezer system 4 speaker hifi sound system Digital Menu BoardsPromotional Tours The firetruck lends itself to corporate promotional tours. With massive cooking facilities, acres of body work for wrapping and advertising, a number of digital display screens and a huge 2x1 metre video screen you are sure to get your message across. If you need a food truck than firetruck food truck hire is the way to go. We can work with you to add the facilities you need such as drinks pumps and chillers, pizza ovens, chip fryers etcWhat area's do you cover? The full UK and Europe. Are there additional transport costs? Unfortunately yes, due to the single digit fuel consumption What food can you serve? Anything except hog roast. Read the full article

[customconcessions]

Top Features Of A Food Truck That Benefit Your Business

Those food truck companies that make early investments in excellent design are the most successful ones. It is imperative to select the best food truck builder that will boost the profitability of your food truck business. Alternatively, perhaps you already own a food truck and want to enhance it. Below mentioned are the top features of a food truck that benefit your business:

Novel idea or dish:

Successful food trucks typically have a distinctive idea or menu that draws customers. Whether serving gourmet ice cream, tacos, burgers, or exotic fusion cuisine, a food truck can stand out in a crowded market with a unique concept.

Cold unit:

It is better to buy trailers from concession trailers for sale at a reasonable price. Meats, dairy, and other items must be kept cool when serving food. A refrigerator can be as small as a refrigerator or as big as a double-wide refrigerator.

Table of prepare food:

Just like in any permanent kitchen, there must be a spot to prepare food. Depending on what's served, you might require multiple prep tables. Once you buy concession trailer, it is essential to make alterations based on your needs. These tables are usually three to six feet long, with handy storage bins for easy access to prepared foods, such as sliced cheese for sandwiches, chopped vegetables for pizza, or salad toppings.

Appealing design

A food truck that is physically appealing and well-designed has the power to draw attention and establish a lasting brand identity. By hiring a custom electric kitchen builder, you can enhance the look of your kitchen. This can involve adding unique graphics, outside branding, and signs to the vehicle to help customers recognize and remember it.

Final thoughts:

Those mentioned above are the top features of a food truck that benefit your business. It is better to build design and customize mobile kitchens based on your requirements. By having the best quality products and maintaining good hygiene you can make your business more popular.

[amairadutta]

The Ultimate Guide to Organizing a Wedding After-Party

Introduction

Congratulations,Wedding Planners, couples, and party organizers! The journey of love doesn’t end at the altar; it continues with the celebration of a fabulous wedding after-party. In this ultimate guide, we’ll unfold a treasure trove of ideas and tips to help you organize an unforgettable after-party. Let’s dive into the world of Post-wedding festivities and create memories that will last a lifetime.

Choose a location

Choosing a wedding after party venue could be a hassle if it is decided on the last moment. It is essential to have the venue of the after party located in the same location but in a different vicinity as a whole. There are chances that the main venue for reception could be limited to certain sound restrictions and early cut-offs. Therefore, booking a venue in a different vicinity or nearby location is the best option for your wedding guests.

Bonus Tip: Consider allotting some cabs or ride share service to your after party guests to make their transportation easy.

Time it right:

After party should not start right after the reception. You need to keep a gap of at least 1-2 hours in order to allow your guests to relocate to the after-party or, the ones with young children can leave the venue before the after party begins.

After-Party Decor and Themes

Make sure to add a pinch of theme and decor that resembles the couple. It needs to be understood that this is your own wedding after party, and it needs a little pinch of ‘you’. It is up to the hosts how they bring about a sense of subtle theme that lightens up the couple’s mood after a formal reception till they hit the dance floor for the after party.

Delectable Delights:

Satisfy your taste buds with a carefully chosen selection of post-party snacks. Offer a range of options to satisfy everyone’s cravings, from dessert bars to late-night munchies. For extra flair, provide concepts like a DIY cocktail bar or a food truck station.

Personalised Details

Make sure to add a unique touch to the after-party to make it more memorable. Consider adding the couple’s names or a special quote to napkins, signs, and even party favours.

Bonus Tip: Hold a design competition wherein members of your audience can submit original concepts for customised after-party pieces. The winning design will be showcased at the subsequent event.

Memories Lane: Selected Images and Videos

Engage a pro photographer or film-maker to capture the spirit of the after-party. Invite attendees to upload their photos using a special hashtag on social media to build a shared album of treasured moments.

Bonus Tip: Hold a photo competition where attendees may enter to win a unique reward by submitting pictures of their best moments from the after-party.

Add in the food and beverages

When it comes to the after-party, food and beverages are often included in the package. Food serves a practical purpose by providing energy for all the dancing that is going to happen and buffering the booze that visitors have already had and will continue to consume. Food that is casual and perfect for late-night snacking, such as pizza, fries, sliders, and chicken fingers, are always crowd favourites. Spread out a selection of chips and dips to help sop up the alcohol as a less expensive choice. Inform guests in advance so they may arrive prepared if you’ve opted not to pay the after-party bar tab.

Entertainment, Entertainment and Entertainment

Keep the energy going up with sensational entertainment options. Consider hiring a live band, DJ, or maybe a surprise performances that can align with the couple’s tastes.

Bonus Tip: Create a playlist collaboration where your audience can contribute their favourite dance floor hits for the ultimate after-party playlist.

Comfort and Relaxation Zones

Establish warm nooks where visitors can rest and refresh throughout the celebrations. Not to forget, provide cosy spots to sit, maybe furnished with pillows and blankets, so that guests may take a break from dancing and have private discussions.

Bonus Tip: To make sure your after-party suits the comfort preferences of most guests, poll them to find out which characteristics they find most relaxing.

Sustainable Celebrations

Use sustainable measures to make the after-party environment friendly. Minimise the single-use plastics, choose local and organic food options, and decorate with biodegradable materials.

Bonus Tip: Provide suggestions for Eco-Friendly parties and inspire your Audience to commit to Eco-Friendly practices after the party.

As you Embark on the Journey of Organizing a Wedding After-Party, remember that the key is to infuse it with the couple’s unique love story. By incorporating these interactive and simple ideas, you’ll not only create an unforgettable celebration but also ensure that every moment is a reflection of the joy and happiness that fills the air. Cheers to love, laughter, and the magic of after-party memories!

To stay up-to-date on the Latest Wedding Trends, make sure to keep revisiting our page where we discuss all things Celebrations and Weddings.

Author : Exito

[pizza-firetruck]

7 Major Benefits of Wood Fired Pizza You Need to Know

The 7 major benefits of wood fired pizza with ZEF'S PIZZA FIRETRUCK. From a unique smoky flavor to faster cooking times, find out why wood fired pizza is a superior choice. Experience it yourself in Floral Park, NY, or call us at +1 917-414-3480. Visit Our Website: https://zefspizza.com/

[streefoodchefs]

You want a menu that’s varied and appeals to everyone. So, you could look to food truck rental.

You could hire one truck for pizzas and pasta, one for Chinese foods, one for Italian, a dessert truck and more.

If you think about it, food trucks offer an affordable catering solution. 

[fedorahead]

maybe we want things like disneyland for our kids because we want to make up for how shitty we make their daily lives

maybe we want it to make up for our shitty childhoods

maybe we need these artificially magical experiences because we work so hard to eradicate the naturally magic experiences in the names of safety and being busy and capitalism

i was watching a video on how living for the instagram photo ops makes kids not even able to see the magic in the real world. kids won't look under each leaf for fairies if the tooth fairy is giving them an easter basket of shit every time they lose a tooth.

and when you set the standards at hours or months of work for a payoff of a day, like extravagant expensive birthdays and themed parties with hired actors and novel experiences that cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, you're taking your kids even further from appreciating the beauty in the mundane.

i get it. we can't stand being bored or still. our culture pushes us to consume and we consume experiences. i'm a thrill seeker, who isn't these days? and we romanticize "living in the moment" as some sort of impulsive manic pixie dream.

but trying to live in the moment by creating moments where we feel alive is just trying to escape this moment for a more fun one. it's not living in the moment at all. it's running from it.

what do we teach our kids when we hype them up about things that don't happen often? we teach them that the shit that happens often is nothing to be hype about. and then, when it comes to learning what they like, finding hobbies and figuring out what brings them joy, what are they going to do? try and fail to recreate the high of disneyland? spend years depressed, thinking they're unable to feel joy or excitement when really they just don't remember how to recognize it

become just like us?

maybe it wasn't disneyland. maybe it was the ice cream truck. or the rare california rainstorm that shuts down the schools. maybe it's trips to europe. maybe it's expensive presents. maybe it's building up experiences that *should* be normal, like going to the park, but are so rare because you're so busy and tired and depressed that leaving the house becomes the equivalent of disneyland.

and then, pretty predictably, kids are dysregulated, bored, unsatisfied, and miserable; and consequently, poorly behaved. and they'll grow up to be just as miserable as us.

we overstimulate kids with foods, too, it's why they won't eat varied diets. if nothing compares to pizza or ice cream, maybe the problem is pizza and ice cream

we want to give them a better experience than we had, but we're compensating for a hurt they haven't had yet

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Your wedding reception is a celebration of love, but it's also an opportunity to wow your guests with a unique and delicious dining experience. Ditch the traditional plated dinner and embrace innovative wedding catering in Victoria ideas that will have your guests talking long after the cake is cut.

Accept Interactive Food Stations in Place of the Table.

Instead of a formal sit-down meal, consider interactive food stations. This allows guests to mingle, graze on a variety of cuisines, and personalize their dining experience.

Global Flavors: Set up stations offering Indian curries, Italian pastas, or Mexican street tacos.

Comfort Food Classics: Who doesn't love a mini mac and cheese bar or a gourmet grilled cheese station?

Late-Night Bites: Surprise guests with a late-night pizza station or a dessert bar overflowing with sweet treats.

Live Cooking: A Culinary Performance

Transform your reception into a live culinary performance with stations featuring chefs preparing dishes on the spot.

Sushi Rolling Station: Guests can choose their favourite ingredients and watch their personalized sushi rolls come to life.

Made-to-Order Flatbreads: Let guests create their own custom flatbreads with a variety of toppings and sauces.

Interactive Teppanyaki Grill: A skilled chef can put on a show while cooking fresh meats and vegetables on a teppanyaki grill.

Food Trucks

Food trucks have become a popular wedding catering in Victoria option, offering delicious and trendy cuisine in a unique setting. You will easily find Victoria catering services or you can always reach out to your favourite food truck and ask them to cater for your wedding. 

Themed Trucks: Hire food trucks specializing in specific cuisines like gourmet burgers, wood-fired pizzas, or gourmet tacos.

Late-Night Sweet Treats: End the night with a dessert truck offering ice cream, crepes, or gourmet cupcakes.

Mini Bites and Big Flavors

Focus on a diverse selection of elevated appetizers instead of a main course. This allows for creativity and caters to a variety of dietary needs.

Global Tapas: Offer a variety of miniature dishes from around the world, like Spanish tapas, Indian samosas, or Asian dumplings.

Passed Hors d'oeuvres: Servers circulate with an array of delicious bite-sized treats, keeping guests engaged and satisfied.

Don't Forget the Drinks

Elevate your reception with unique and interactive beverage options:

Signature Cocktails: Design a signature cocktail that reflects your personalities or wedding theme.

Mocktail Bar: Cater to non-alcoholic drinkers with a dedicated mocktail bar offering refreshing and flavorful options.

Wine & Cheese Pairing: Offer a wine and cheese pairing station for a more sophisticated touch.

When choosing innovative wedding catering in Victoria options, consider your budget, venue limitations, and guest preferences. The key is to create a fun and memorable dining experience that reflects your unique style as a couple.

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Whether a big, elegant wedding or a small, intimate gathering, a marriage can include various catering services, like Wedding Catering Peterborough. For Affordable Wedding Catering, you may have the caterers circulate with dishes of food and beverages, providing your guests with their preferred fare. There are as many Wedding Planning Company as your budget and needs for a classy or formal wedding.

Teamwork Catering In this function, the caterer serves a cooperative group that has convened to discuss the company's affairs. Most businesses host harmonious gatherings to discuss issues that impact them. Since corporate meetings typically involve few people, the caterer can assign staff to serve the attendees their preferred meals and beverages, along with snacks like Pizza Catering.

Catering Buffet The visitors arrive to help themselves with the chosen meal, organized in a line. This catering service can save money and time while allowing visitors to mix freely.

Face-To-face Catering While the caterer moves people around with trays of food or beverages on them, the visitors take their seats. While this service is appropriate for a classy gathering, it is typically costly and time-consuming.

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Catering For Workplace Delivery The customer orders over the phone with the caterer or through their mobile application, paying once the food is delivered. Cash or a wire transfer can be used to make the payment—some members at a workplace like the Street Food Catering to change their tastes.

Final Thoughts There are countless catering services available. Numerous companies offer these services, so you can select the one that fits your budget and has a decent rating. It is not what you want to do when you host an event and have your guests walk out unhappy with the quality of service they received. Therefore, you will adore the service caterers provide if you decide to engage with them.

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