Just asked Manny, who stopped by last week for an amazing Baby Daddy grilled cheese, here at Mom’s grilled Cheese Truck! No doubt, the weather has turned, spring has unofficially sprung on the West coast. So get yourself down here this week for lunch, we are at Robson and Howe Streets, back-side of the Vancouver Art Gallery beside Robson Square. See you soon
For those of you who are old enough to remember, Mom’s Grilled Cheese Truck is serving as part of our drink menu…..pop from The Pop Shoppe! Ya! Growing up, The Pop Shoppe was it! This was the great pop experience as a kid. Once a week, we would go to The Pop Shoppe and pick our own pop flavours for the week. We’d bring it home in that red plastic carry case, and return the empties in it as well. Great flavour like Cola, Cream Soda, Root Beer, Grape, Orange and Black Cherry. Ya gotta love the stubby style bottle too, classic stuff. In creating Mom’s unique menu from both the food and beverage perspective, we wanted to be unique and offer a different experience to our customers. Where in downtown Vancouver can you go for a gourmet grilled cheese lunch and kick it old school with your favourite Pop Shoppe drink? Nowhere, except mom’s Grilled Cheese Truck! The Pop Shoppe was a soft drink retailer originating in 1969 in London, Ontario, Mom’s home town. They sold pop through franchised outlets and its own stores in refillable bottles in red 24-cartons. Within three years, the company grew within the province to over 500 stores, and entered the United States in the following three years. Eventually, Pop Shoppe was selling 30 different flavours of pop throughout Canada and 12 American states. National Hockey League veteran Eddie Shack was the predominant spokesman for the brand. In the early 1980s sales slowed, largely blamed on competition from private label grocery store soft drink brands. The original company ceased operations in 1983 and its trademarks expired in 1993. It was re-established in 2004.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,
Not a grilled cheese was grilling, not even for a spouse,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Cheese-a-lot soon would be there,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of meatloaf grilled cheese danc’d in their heads,
And Mom in her aprin, and her team in their caps,
Had just settled the grill for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the sidewalk there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the truck to see what was the matter.
Away to the order window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the rain cover, and threw up the cash.
The moon on the edge of the new melted cheese,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to snacks that please;
When, what to my wondering staff should appear,
But a man with the munchies, after too many beer.
With a little old smile, so lively and hot,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Cheese-o-lot.
More rapid than the lunch crowd, his buddies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now, Chesehead, now Pickle, now Angie, and Bacon,
“On Sourdough, on White, on French and get makin’!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the truck roof,
The prancing and pawing of each cheesy hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the grill vent St. Cheese-o-lot came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in cheese, from his head to his toes,
And his clothes were all grilled with butter and bows;
A bundle of bread was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a foodie just opening his pack.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His condiments how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his Coke-a-Cola was cherry;
His assorted cheeses were drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin with crumbs like snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it smelled funny, but not like a wreath!
He had a broad face, and a little Brier belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like Gouda and jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old self,
And I laugh’d very hard, he looked like Will Farrell in Elf.
A flip of his spatula and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had enough bread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And flipping cheese sandwiches; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the grill vent he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a yo!
And away they all flew, like a cheese delivery on the go.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight-
A cheesy Christmas to all, and to all a cheesy night.
What’s the #1 destination for honeymooners now? Mom’s Grilled Cheese Truck!! A BIG thank you to Sonia and Ara for stopping by Mom’s, on their honeymoon from and visiting from Los Angeles. They popped by Mom’s today on their honeymoon for some delectable gourmet grilled cheese delight, best wishes to both of you! Happy Holidays everyone!
Hey congratulations, you’ve almost made it through the work week! Thanks to everyone who came by this week for a warm lunch on a these cold days. Today is Baby Daddy day, the new hit item on our menu. Rob Ford could put back a few of these, in a drunken stoober, should we invite him? We take tender beef brisket with horseradish mayo, caramelized onions and Havarti cheese on potato bread and grill it to perfection. Get down here for lunch today and remember, we deliver.
Wednesday is special for two reasons. First, it’s hump day, we are half way through the work week. Most importantly, it’s Hot Angie day! The Hot Angie now is neck-in-next with the meatloaf Grilled Cheese as Mom’s #1 selling lunch item. Oh she’s hot, with cappicolla, spicy red aioli, mozzarella, and Havarti on crusty French bread. It’s sunny today, but cold. So get yourself down here for a Hot Angie!
Lucy, I’m home! Today’s special, He Loves Lucy……Tuna mixed with fresh dill, onions, celery, black pepper and just enough mayo on multi-grain with Havarti cheese. Why does Havarti always capitalize on spell check? Those Havarti marketing guys are good! You can also have it on sourdough with cheddar (no upper case C) if that tickles your fancy. See you today for lunch!