Potential customers linger at a safe distance from the window, contemplating lunch, trying to make out what exactly is served from this plain white truck that has the words “Cafe Racer“ emblazoned on its side. Nicole, a smiling presence in the order window with a tight red ponytail and extravagantly manicured fingernails, cheerfully hands out paper menus. A man, his mugshot visible on an access card hanging from his belt, bravely sidles up to the window. Questions about the food arise and are answered brightly, and an order is placed. “Pork entree with souffle and veggies,” Nicole shouts to the bandanna’d Tony, who tears a ticket off a printer that enumerates the same. Tony begins assembling the order at the steam table. A moment later and three feet down the line, Luis Patino, owner and proprietor of the Cafe Racer food truck, puts the finishing touches on the heaping paper boat of food and hands it out the window to his first customer of the day. The guy smiles, grabs a napkin, and heads toward the park to chow down. The first meal of a 14-hour day is served.