Grub Tough Truck Day

The Founding Fathers!

Well, look who's back. Great to see you! How have you been? Yes it has been a long time, we were being... baschs.

This past week has been full of debaschery, major retardation, and all sorts of stoopness. The entire Grub Tough Way of Life is extremely apologetic that we have not posted in over a week. We are coming back ready as ever to grub tough. With new writers and new excursions, we promise that you will not be bored for a second. Now back to the tough shtuff.

Big Seandie being a boss

Friday March 18th, 2011 marked a historic day at Santa Monica High School. Seandie Robins and Aidan Hamilton hosted a gourmet food truck day as a fundraiser for the Virtual Business program. Denny Franklin assisted us in more ways than 3. We were graced with the presence of four amazing trucks that serve the firest mobile grub. First to arrive was Great Balls on Tires, followed by MeSoHungry, MeetnPotatoes, and Frysmith. The event was planned to be off-campus, but the City of Santa Monica (probably the worst place to conduct business in the world other than North Korea) last minute waived a $1000 fee to have the event on-campus. After telling the trucks to move 17.5 times, they were finally able to properly prep for the 3:16pm rush that was soon to come.


The bell rang, students ran in every direction to get in line for the most delicious grub the high school has ever seen. Please remember that SAMOHI is known to have some of the worst food in the world, and claims that disgusting Papa John's pizza with rat feet and Orange Chicken made with pigeons is "healthy" enough to feed to our district's youth. We were so happy that The Treasurer didn't have to worry about taking one for the team! Back to the trucks. Sean and I felt so proud to see the crowds of students, staff, and community members line up to grub tough. The fathers were impressed with the SAMOHI community for fulfilling the philosophy.

Now for the grub:

Aidan Hamilton eating balls with his business mentor, Dave Heller

1. Great Balls on Tires was the first to show up, and the staff was super chill and the opposite of grimy. I had to try something from their exotic menu, which looked so ballsy. I ordered the IncrediBall, which was f****** incredible. It consisted of two ground Kobe beef meatballs wrapped in applewood smoked bacon, accompanied by gruyere, wild arugula, and garlic aioli on a toasted brioche buns. The flavors of meatball and bacon Since Friday I have not stopped thinking about this BALLwich of epic proportions. ROP coordinator Rebel Harris was fiending for the Buffalo Balls, which she let me try. Ground chicken meatballs slathered in a sweet buffalo sauce on mac 'n' cheese. This is why I live the lifestyle! GBOT was amazing and we thank them so much for coming!

Mladen and HNIC grubbing tough on SP fries

2. MeSoHungry pulled up to serve grub next. This mobile grub truck was the most successful of the four, with a constant line the entire event. Allan, one of the owners of the truck, is a great grubber and is extremely helpful. He will probably assist us in keeping the food truck revolution at Santa Monica High School. Mladen was couldn't resist The Duke with sweet potato fries and Dr. Pepper. I have to say, his grub looked so good I almost PYT'd myself for not getting something from this truck. Not having tried the burger myself, I asked Mladen to describe his experience: "The sweet potato fries complimented the salinity of the applewood bacon on the burger delightfully". Yes, this burger was so amazing that it transformed Mladen into a philosopher for the grubbers. I am so proud of this man, and happy that this fire truck was able to extinguish Mladen's hunger.

3. MeetnPotatoes provided some of the most pleasantly surprising grubbing of our lives. Despite its basch and grimy name which brings to mind an fat old eastern european woman serving a large platter of 2-week old grub, this truck is completely top notch. From first look at the truck it was grub-love at first sight. It is especially known for its sandwich which consists of your choice of several warm meets, followed by freshly cut french fries, provolone cheese, italian coleslaw, and tomato all on fresh bread. It was grubbing at its toughest. We highly recommend this truck, especially because it employs some of the broodest girls in Southern California.

Sam Adams, Mladen, and Stoop Karen grubbing tough. HNIC is not grubbing. Ew.

Talia the II so excited to grub on Rajas Fries!

4. Frysmith. A classic. A legend. It is one of the most popular trucks in Los Angeles, and was the first gourmet food truck I ever ate at. They showed up a little late, but were in full swing soon after the official grubbing started. I had to revisit my past, and ordered the most amazing beer and chocolate chili fries this world can offer. The fries by themselves were exquisite, having been seasoned perfectly. I had already eaten so much, that I couldn't finish them and passed them on to my family, who can grub as tough as I can. They devoured it, even though it gave my father (a Founding Grandfather) heartburn. Jake "The Treasurer" Squier had to grub tough on the pork belly and kimchi fries. Sounds crazy? Nah, they are insane. This combination of fries is almost unbeatable, with the baconesque deliciousness of pork belly fusioned with spicy Korean kimchi. Peace! Nick Salazar, a wonderfully classy man, grubbed tough on Rajas Fries, frenchy fries piled with steak and poblano chiles. He freaked out as he received them, marveling in their beauty. I didn't have a chance to chat with the staff until after the event. The one staff member I spoke with an awesome guy, looking like a cross between a Samurai and Sushi Chef. He was extremely patient as we dealt with some of stoop bullshit the city pulled on us. He also gave Mr. Kay a free order of fries after they had closed, which is very honorable. He didn't really deserve them because he came late and still wanted his money back from the tickets he bought.

The Incredible Rajas Fries

Grub Tough Truck Day was incredible. The event itself ran very smoothly, it was all the confusion before it that caused so much stress in my brain. Yes, I now have minor retardation, and you can blame that on the City of Santa Monica. They asked for a $1000 fee for a fundraiser. Told us to relocate to Michigan and 7th. Told us we couldn't park in non-metered parking spots. Charged us $86 for No Parking signs. Didn't enforce the signs we paid for. And told us an hour before the event that we can have the event on campus. Of course that wasn't the end of it. As the first truck pulled into the Circle at SAMO, the stoop basch security officers said we were parked in a fire lane and had to move again. You and I have seen cars parked here all the time after school. And the short buses are constantly waiting there. As a true grubber, I ask you to PYT the shit out of any Santa Monica official or SMHS security guard you see for the next few days or weeks.

Look forward to a future of many posts! Thank you so much for staying loyal to the lifestyle!


I will always grub you,


Aidan Hamilton

All photography on this page is by Nick Salazar. What a classy guy. 

Gruborious

The Slice Effect Combo

The past two days have been a new chapter in the book of grubbing. The frontiers of both the lifestyle and the founding father's minds have been expanded beyond a point anyone expected.

On Thursday night we were told by the Treasurer that a reporter from the Samohi would be joining us on our friday mish. At first we had a FB debate over where to take this welcomed guest, but this debate was useless and we were all dumb baschs for forgetting that being Friday we must pursue the slice effect.

When lunch finally rolled around, we thanked Mr. Coods for his economic tutelage and dipped as fast as we could to our cars. When we finally got to slice we were tired, hungry, and ready to grub tough. As we walked in we noticed the basch workers had not yet put our plack up on the wall. This infuriated the fathers, but they said their owner hadn't been in yet and it was he who would hang it up. So stoop but it was good enough to calm our peyronies for the moment. The usual mix of pizza, fries, drinks, and basch was ordered then consumed. It was all together a typical slice effect friday and not noteworthy except for the welcomed presence of a trio of persian grubbers (Kia, Navid, and Elia), a grubber who has often been mistaken as being persian (Mladen), and the much anticipated reporter Nadine.

Kibs grubbing on that Pepp n Olive tip. 

Later that evening, I joined Denny Franklin, the HNIC, Mladen Popov, and BK69 on a special grubventure to In-In-Out. Everyone grubbed extremely tough and was satisfied with their meal. I ordered an animal style burger for the first time, and I PYT'd myself for never having tried it before. I assure you that won't be my last.

After In-In-Out we headed to Benny's house, who had decided to throw another small party as the week before. The founding father's were overjoyed once again to celebrate together (all FF's were present). Aidan Hamilton even bought a frozen BBQ chicken pizza and cooked it up and ate it all himself (that baschtard wouldn't share with anyone).

Later on that night, after grubbing on a fire Holy Guacomole burrito for the first time (don't worry I PYD'd myself again), Aidan, BK69 and I all decided to walk to the North-East corner of Santa Monica from Benny's house in the South-East corner of SM (we were also joined by Franklin and Popov but they were being baschs in their own little worlds). It was an adventure full of near arrests but the worst point was when we attempted to go into Swingers but they said they were closing (never go to Swingers they wouldn't let us grub clamming it was too late but we all know GRUB DOESN'T SLEEP!). Despite this setback we had a deep existential discussion that opened our minds to new levels of consciousness. The most important philosophical conclusion of it all as followers of the GTWL to be that we live to grub and we grub to live.

Morning Grubbings

After finally getting home at 3:45 A.M., I had a good night sleep only to be woken up by a call from Aidan at 10 A.M. telling me to go to eat with him and Kian at an old standard grubbery--Bagel Nosh. I got up reluctantly, but was extremely happy once the grub hit my lips (I PYD'd myself a third time for being reluctant). Bagel Nosh, located on 17th and Wilshire, is the best place to get breakfast in the northside of Santa Monica, it has great deals and quick service and the most fire grub.

Looking back on the last two days we ate so much. We ate enough to make a dieting man cry. We ate at enough places to keep our ever expanding stomach's happy. In the end grubbing is the life we have chosen. Grubbing tough is the life we live. Peace.

-Sam Adams

Hungry?

OR

Answer both! Start your Friday off right by grubbing tough with S.I. Swimsuit Model Irina Sahayk on some fire before you hit the jarts. Today's slice effect post will be up later so be patient my fellow baschs.

Peace Ross

Today was probably one of the worst days of our lives. Just everything felt so grimy. Stomach pains, headaches, and sickness everywhere. Every basch that walked in the hallway had disease in their bodies and the Grub Tough Philosophy was no where to be heard of. There was only one place that still held the GTWL spirit, 4th period Mr. Cood's AP Econ class. With so many dumb baschs not paying attention to Coods, the founding fathers secretly discuss important GTWL business. Nothing was accomplished due to one of our inconsiderate classmates, Macy, who would not stop drowning his ankle in yogurt. He literally had a bucket of plain yogurt sitting next to his ankle and he would repeatedly dunk his ankle in the bucket back and forth back and forth nonstop. It was BLASPHEMY! At least if it was strawberry yogurt, his ankle would smell good, but because it was plain yogurt, the classroom smelled like rotten eggs and mustard. SO SICK! Just imagine to have to deal with that forever, peace ross. As 4th period comes to an end, Aidan Hamilton decides to drink all the yogurt in the bucket. A few seconds after he finished drinking, he peaced to the bathroom so quick.

As we headed out to the science quad, it is only Aidan, Denny, and HNIC trying to pursue the true grub tough lifestyle. Sam Adams chose another route today and we almost PYT'd the shit outta him for not grubbing tough with us. Also, we had no car today because the treasurer lost his key yesterday and his car was towed. What luck.

With so much bullshit going on, Aidan finally walks with Sean Basch to grub at Taqueria Chihuahuahua (Shittiest Mexican Food on Earth). HNIC and Denny make a healthy decision by going to the local subway and while HNIC didn't grub, Denny chowed down on a philly cheese steak footlong. So much depression in everyone's minds. Aidan and Denny end up back in Okra 5th period calculus so tired and disappointed at everything that went wrong today. Hopefully, there will be no more days like this or else someone might go crazy and peace their ross forever. It is an odd future out there. Peace Ross.

Your man,

Denny Franklin

The Life of a Grubmobile

Global Soul Truck

Welcome back my fellow grub fiends,

Another beautiful day of CAHSEEs allowed us to enter school at the ripe time of 11:20am. The Fathers were split up because of the stoop block schedule (Periods 1-3-5). Lunch was after first period, which totally messed up our grub schedule, but we still had to go tough. I realized that food trucks were swarming around 6th and Wilshire; something wonderful out of the ordinary. Through text, the Fathers decided that we were down for these food-vending vehicles. Mladen came a long, another pleasant surprise.

Hot Mess Sandwich

The Treasurer was back in action. Speeding down the lanes of Lincoln Blvd. at 5 mph we looked like the stoopest baschs on the block. Avoiding 5 accidents in all, including one with a police officer, we found parking across the street from Sōka Gakkai. I have no idea what this Buddhist shit is, but crazy fools in suits were chanting their language all over the place. They all were grubbing really tough though, so we ignored them instead of giving them the good ole' PYT. What were they grubbing on exactly? In a tightly packed line, we saw Cool Haus, Global Soul, Kabob 'n Roll, Vizzi, and Let's Be Frank. A pretty good lineup if you ask me. Our choice of mobile grubbery was easy though: Global Soul. A relatively new truck on the scene, we were impressed by their internationally diverse menu. We all decided on the same thing, which was a tasty little sandwich minus the little, called the Hot Mess Sandwich. It was a delicious bun with Louisiana Hot Links smothered with griddled onions and red peppers. I could not stop myself from ordering it with a fried egg sitting on top. It was a great price for a chaotic gourmet sandwich.

Okla wanted some grub too, but couldn't fux with meat because of Ash Wednesday. Again, we do not know what this day is; everyday is grubday. He settled with three (3) sliders with chickpea and chimi-creme fraiche, which came with a side of truffle popcorn a la Vizzi Truck. He said it was quite delicious.

So What, I Drink Jamba Upside Down

Today was an abnormally hot day. We had to get our Jamba fix. Who cares what we ordered, everything there is delicious. Except bikini-rocking cankle stoop baschs. Yes we ran into one of those. So grimy. The Jamba helped us not pass out from the hotness of the day.

Bikini-Rocking Cankle Stoop Basch

The following paragraph is graphic, paralyzing, and nightmare-inducing. You have been warned. Getting back to school, we had no idea what time the bell was supposed to ring, signifying the end of our daily grub period. Running to the gate to ensure our safety, a pedo-mustache security guard snatched our school IDs... Yes, we should have PYT'd this shitty guard on sight, but we were outnumbered, with a high presence of police in the area. We were overwrought with the thoughts that our grubbing privileges were about to be revoked. We sat through the rest of school in a state of delirium. The final bell rang, and we sprinted over to the same security guard who had confiscated our IDs. We confronted the dumb basch, who proceeded to give us our IDs back, off-campus pass and all. He no longer had back-up and saw what would be unleashed if he decided not to comply with our demands.  

Don't mess with GTWL.

Aidan Hamilton

Good Grub Burgers

Good Stuff Burgers

Since the beginning of time, man has studied the effects of grubbing tough. In some situations, one develops The Slice Effect; the unpleasant, but overall beautiful feeling of a stomach full of fries, pizza, and drinks. In others, one will feel a Fried Chicken Overdose; a feeling close to death and drunkenness. Today we discovered a new effect of grubbing tough. It was like a virgin being touched for the first time. We called it the Perfectly Stuffed Effect.

The founding of this new effect is attributed to the Founding Fathers, HNIC, and Mladen. After leaving the Michigan Gate, we booked it to Sam Adams whip; the Treasurer has been missing for the past two days. If found please call (310)555-5555. We decided that we were going to eat at the delicious gourmet food trucks that are always gathered near Santa Monica's MTV Studios. Of course, we were so excited to grub that we forgot the check the time. The stoop baschs were all closed. After EXTREME frustration from the whole crew, Aidan Hamilton recommended that we venture to Good Stuff Burgers. He grubbed at this establishment as a child with his father. Thank you Aidan's Father.

Artistic Menu

Good Stuff Burgers is very close to where the flaky-ass trucks park, so we quickly drove one block down to this fine burger establishment. Everyone was very distracted by the Silver Reign strip club nearby, but our grub senses were strong and allowed us walk on by. As we walked in, we entered a new world. It almost seemed untouched by the world, hiding in its cozy location between a strip club and some greek bullshit. Looking around, we saw that everything was very artistic; the menu was painted on the wall, paintings were scattered about, and the modern architecture complemented the tough aromas.

Heaven on Whole-Wheat Buns

We were prepared to start grubbing. As with most of the places we grub at, the person taking our order at the front was a dumb basch. He didn't really speak English, and looked at us with disgust. We could all tell he was pretty constipated. All us grubbers ordered some variation of a cheeseburger with avocado and bacon. Our orders were called one after the other, 66...67...68...69... but no one waited for the others to dig in. The burgers arrived masterfully crafted in colorful plastic baskets. Two whole-wheat buns, fresh slices of avocado, think juicy bacon, sharp cheddar cheese, a perfectly cooked beef patty, and unimportant veggies. Yes, the burger was quite healthy, but it did not take away from its deliciousness. The fries were cooked in a healthy canola oil, and we loved it. Warning: Do NOT get water from GSB, it is disgusting and will give a fat chin. 

Stealing Sprite, Water is so Grimey

Getting back to the Perfectly Stuffed Effect, the feeling after eating this meal was great. We did not feel the feelings of too much grease, nor did we smell bad. We were comfortably full, and did not need one more thing to eat. That did not stop us from eating at Gilbert's afterward. Good Stuff Burger was unanimously approved as an official grubbery of the Fathers and council. Next time you want a healthy burger for a great price and a perfect amount of food, do not hesitate visiting our friends over in West Los Angeles:

Grubbing Tough Face. Thanks HNIC.

Good Stuff Burgers

11903 West Olympic Boulevard

Los Angeles, CA 90064

Get Directions

(310) 477-9011

Super Slicey Slice Effect Friday

The Slice Ocean Park

 On Friday March 4th, 2011 the grubbing tough way of life reached new heights. We ushered in a new era of grubbing as we had our biggest and most important grubventure and grubvent yet. On Friday, 21 brave souls joined the Founding Fathers in the grubbing of a lifetime. It was all-you-can eat pizza, pasta, and soda at the Slice on Ocean Park. It was tough. It was grubbing. It truly was toughing grub... or grubbing tough.

This was a proposition the Founding Fathers had contemplated and debated about for a long time. We had almost done it before, but it fell through at the last moment due to extreme baschness. This time we were sure the world was ready to experience our lifestyles. Anyway, this was a deal that had to be attempted (2 hours of all the grub we wanted for only $8 a person). It fit into all pillars of the lifestyle.

Mmm. Girls. Grub. Horchatea

We also planned to present the proud Hispanic workers of Slice with a framed certificate, making them the first ever GTWL official grubbery. So as we prepared to go to the event, the Founding Fathers stumbled around to get a frame. Sam Adams whipped along with the basch Mladen went to get one from the Salvation Army. After walking through the crowd of illegal immigrants, elderly citizens, and homeless individuals, they were able to trick the stoop cashier into selling it to them for two cuts instead of the six. A deal fit for a Father!

After getting the frame, we were ready to get to The Slice Ocean Park. We had to dodge and weave through the ridiculous Lincoln Blvd. traffic. We were heated, but once we got to Slice we were all overcome with the anticipation of the grub to come took over our bodies. It was a new wonderful feeling; we called it the Pre-Slice Effect.

(Note: Stay off the roads unless you are going to grub!)
 

We were so close to grubbing tougher than ever. Money was gathered. Prices were negotiated. Stomachs were teased and tortured. Finally, the glowing employee delivered the first bowls of Penne pasta and Spaghetti. Shortly after the pasta, two beautiful pizza pies with sliced SAUsage was delivered. The grubbing was on! People began stuffing their faces like never seen before. There were too many people to list, maybe Aidan will later (I will!), but a few brave grubbers who came out and gave tough performances were Maciej "Yogurt Ankle" Rosa and Mikey "Get Me Five More BBQ Chicken Pizza's" Kamkar. These two men grubbed to the toughest level and we are extremely proud of them both.

The Slice OP: Now an official grubbery!

Throughout our meal we kept trying to present The Slice Ocean Park with our official GTWL Letter of Approval, but they were being too basch to accept (they couldn't really understand English and also were too busy with their business). Anyway after several attempts to use both Isaiah and Eric Santos (Spanish-speaking grubbers) as diplomats, the only thing that got their attention was our decision to pay up. Money was on their mind after the 20+ pizzas and 15+ pastas dishes they had served to us. At one point they even tried to charge us $270 instead of $180. "HELLLLLL NOOOOOO!" is what the Founding Fathers said. The Grub Tough Club does not waste cuts on stoop greediness. Continuing, when our little dispute was sorted out, we slowly counted our money down to the last quarter (Eric Santos payed in quarters and the Treasurer paid in freshly minted gold coins--how typical of both of them). So much debaschery.

With the money paid, they finally accepted our letter and promised to hang it up on their wall of honor. We were very ecstatic and were pleased to take a picture with the shortest of the employees, who quickly asked us if he could as he put it "have a picture with only the ladies." We all laughed at this horny basch and went on our merry ways. We knew the Slice Effect would hit us soon enough, but we didn't care because we grubbed to the fullest that day. 

Mladen needs this entire half

The following pizzas were eaten:
BBQ Chicken (Amazing)
Sausage (Delectable)
Pepperoni (Good)
Cheese (Good)
Extra Cheese, Cheese (Who the hell ordered this, so stoop)

As a perfect ending to this day of grubbing, Benny Naftali had a grand celebration at his beautiful house. Drinks were served in red cups, part of the tradition of grubbing, and everyone eventually fell asleep with full stomachs. 

This day is a day in grubbing history that will always be remembered. It was a day that I was proud to be a grubber. We conserved the economy with our large order, and saved the jobs of every employee there. It was the epitome of the lifestyle. 

Good night, and Good Grubbing,


Sam Adams


A Special Thank You From the Founding Fathers:

The Slice Ocean Park
Zachary "Coods" Cuda
Maciej 
HNIC (Morgan)
Sean
Mladen
Mickey
Elia
Benny
Isiah
Nick R. 
Nick H.
Eric St.
Eric Sa.
Ati
Ian
Karen
Smilte
Laura
Anna