Making what you love is important in life, which is exactly why Kevin Costner built a ballfield on his farm...oh, what? He did that against his will strictly because some disembodied voice wouldn't shut up about it? Well, at least he got to meet Ray Liotta. For nourishment from a couple making the food they love, get after Grill Master Cafe.
From a husband/wife team who started it as a weekend side gig, GMC's just started full-time dishing out the mixed bag of Cuban, Mexican, and All-American grub the owners love from an easy-to-spot orange truck they customized themselves with a grill and smoke hood, a hand-press potato cutter, an espresso machine, and a fancy steering wheel made of polished hardwood, as opposed to polished Deadwood, which is super-boring now that they can't say &%*#&$ or @*@%$^@%#&. A serious lineup of sandwiches includes a Latin contingent (Cubans and Midnights; one with roasted pork & grilled onion), plus an 8oz burger made with house-ground chuck/sirloin/sausage and topped with mozz, caramelized onions, and house mayo/pepper sauce, and a Philly Cheesesteak with sauteed onions and provolone tossed on the griddle with shredded beef, which swears that stuff doesn't help you hit a baseball anyway. Non-sandwiches include tacos filled with grilled chicken breast or tenderloin chunks, four cheeses, and a tomato/cilantro/lemon sauce; pincho skewers with steak or chicken and a tangy BBQ sauce; and a burrito of sorts with rice, black beans, sweet plantains, and that tenderloin or breast called the Grill Master Mojito Wrap -- who seems destined for a lawsuit from rival wrapper Grill Master Flash.
For drinks they've got cortaditos, coladas, smoothies (strawberry, banana, pina colada, or a blend), and milkshakes with mamey, papaya, mango, chocolate, and trigo, which tastes like Honey Smacks -- but not Corn Pops, aka Costner's dad's nickname on-set.