Cafe racers: sleek, quick, and full of throwback greaser panache. Cafe Racer: ...umm, has pulled pork buns.
The Twin Cities' plainest rations rumbler prefers to let the food do the talking, engineering Latin American street eats with "gourmet technique" in a stark, white decommissioned delivery truck. Pulled chicken, beef, or pork (with ciote cilantro sauce, spicy au jus, and sweet pepper sauce, respectively) get piled high on buns, and taco duos get piled high in your stomach, plus just $6 buys you "Colombian Street Dogs": two wieners on buns with pico verde, pink sauce, honey mustard, crumbled pomme frites, and feta. Pick a meat, and they'll slop it over sazon rice with pomme frites and your choice of sauce; or order up a-la-cart fun like carrot soufflé, arepas, and patacon, which's a double-fried plantain tortilla, not an effective way for soothing angry correctional inmates.
And just when you think they couldn't possibly get one more thing to pop out of a kitchen inside a truck, they go ahead and finish your meal with Cheesecake Lollipops -- suck on that, actual cafe racers.