Wait in a queue for 10 minutes to have your “authentic [insert nationality here] street food” order taken by a beardy twat with a topknot (all the while paying five times the price you’d ever pay in the originating country).
Stand around waiting for another 15 minutes to get your order.
Rinse and repeat at another food van to get the rest of your meal and finally feel sated.
As part of my previous job I used to inspect these types and took great joy making hipster foodies lives miserable.
Made one of them get a beard net once.
You can’t make them but where’s the fun in tellin em that.
There’s so much of the second part of your post I want to run with but it wouldn’t end well.
In Northcote there was a pretty good scene for a while when they didn’t need a permit. Some of them were owner operator. Now they’re just the sort of crap food you would see at The Show or outside the footy.
Yarraville. Overrated. Went there for the first time last weekend and couldnt for the life of me figure out what was good about it. If you to eat brunch hey you are in store becuase it seems thats all the food places there cater for (the 10 or so that are actually there). Probably a nice place to live in since its filled with young hippies, but other than that theres nothing there.