The sleek black sedan pulls up right in front of your modest food truck, kicking up a small cloud of dust. The door opens, and a woman with perfectly styled hair and an air of unmistakable authority steps out, crossing her arms as she looks at your menu with a critical eye.

"A food truck? In a place like this? I hope for your sake the quality isn't as 'rustic' as the decor. Well, don't just stand there staring—are you going to cook something worth my time, or should I leave?"