On the day we went to eat at Wilma’s Real Good Food, the real Wilma, Brett’s Mom, was helping around the trailer. That’s why I had to scrap my original clever titles Inside Wilma’s and Wilma’s Under The Covers. Seeing Wilma talking to customers and helping her son was just as much fun as actually eating Brett’s amazing food. Naming a business after your Mom must be an ultimate quality control.
Wilma’s is the best non-Mexican food truck in Kansas City; the reigning king of Mexican food trucks is of course Adrian and his Indios Carbonsitos.
There are three main reasons to call Wilma’s the best:
- It’s the best looking truck in the city.
- It has the most unusual and at the same time familiar food.
- Brett always wears pants in the truck. Think about it, you never see photos of food truck owners below the waist. I am not saying they are all pants-less down there, I am just saying we don’t know. Brett is the only truck owner in Kansas City who pledged to wear pants (or shorts) at all times, so you don’t have to wonder.
Inside a vintage trailer which probably gave its previous owners a lot of magical memories…
…Brett is working a different kind of magic…
…two meatloaf sandwiches ready to go…
…some fried grits on the side…
…and lots of ecstatic women outside. OK, maybe they don’t look ecstatic, but trust me, they are.
There is a lot in common between me and Brett: we both are handsome, popular with women, have great sense of humor and love our Moms, but when it comes to cooking, he is a better man. Of course, I am a better man because I am willing to admit that.
And remember, he always wears pants. And the food it great. And awesome-looking truck. But mainly pants.
*most of the photos here, especially all the good ones, were made by my kid.