Where the mac and cheese balls from World Fare were my appetizer at the Silver Lake Jubilee, I still needed to find myself a main course. After a long stroll around the trucks, I found myself at a truck that I had never seen before, called Lee’s Philly. Lee’s Philly is born of the same vein as many of the Kogi-style food trucks. Their specialty is gogi beef, but while they have fused it with tacos and burritos, they have also created a Philly cheese steak out of the stuff. Wording on their truck claims that they have “LA’s Best Gogi,” but I took it upon myself to be the true judge of that.

I decided to order their Gogi Cheese Steak and when I asked what came with it, the lady told me it was beef and onions topped with cheese. Aside from the onion part, this sounded great, plus it came with chips for only $5.99. I ordered it without those terrible onions and waited a few minutes for it to be ready. It came rolled up in a combination of tin foil of paper. I peeled away the layers and it looked deliciously onion free. Then I took a bite. There was a crunch. Onions? No, kimchi! I walked back up to the truck with a sad look on my face and explained to the lady that I had no idea it would come with kimchi. She then explained to be that the kimchi was a part of the gogi style. I’m no Korean, so I wasn’t exactly in a position to argue with her, but I was under the impression that gogi only applied to the way the beef was cooked and had nothing to do with extraneous vegetables such as kimchi. Nonetheless, she offered to give me a regular cheese steak to replace it and I accepted.

When it was ready, I repeated the ritual of unwrapping. When I made it through the wrapping, I found that the beef looked less seasoned than the other one, and when I bit in my fear was confirmed. The beef didn’t really have much flavor and the cheese also didn’t add much. It’s hard to mess up cheese and steak, so I am hesitant to say that there was anything wrong with this sandwich, but it certainly was missing a special something that bulgogi beef may have added. Instead, it was just an ordinary cheese steak that failed to satisfy my desire for delicious fusion.

So like any good food blogger, I headed to the Silver Lake Jubilee over the weekend. For an event that wasn’t solely for food, it was amazing how all I really heard about the event was that there would be 34 food trucks. I didn’t even know LA had 34 food trucks (not counting the old fashioned kind). This sounded all good and well, but these sort of events seem to attract a butt-load of people and I was a little worried there would be a hassle for parking, getting in and then food. When I got there, though, I found no hassle at all. It was five bucks to get in and right off the bat I was bombarded with foodery. A long row of food trucks lined the center of the jubilee, burning up tons of diesel and serving up some interesting food.

There were a few trucks I had never seen before and some notable trucks were missing that I had seen on the list. There was also one crazy double-decker bus that I’ve been itching to test out. This bus is called World Fare and they have one of the coolest designs of all the mobile fooderies. Here, you can order your food and then head up to the top to chill out and eat. Knowing nearly nothing about the menu, I scanned it up and down looking for something good. Their specialty seemed to be something called a “bunny,” which was sadly not the animal. Instead, it was a stuffed bun. Cute, but misleading. Since it wasn’t actually the animal, I was a little offended by the tease. Instead, I zeroed in on the mac and cheese balls. Truffle mac and cheese balls to be exact. These balls, at $2.75, looked to be a good appetizer to start of my jubilee of gluttony.

I paid up (including the hidden sales tax) and waited all of ten seconds for my balls to be ready. It came in a bowl as an irregular set of three balls. They were a bit smaller than a ping pong ball and came with a bamboo toothpick for easy consumption. I picked up the first ball and thrust half of it into my mouth, then bit down. I was expecting the the cheese to ooze out and burn my mouth, but it was actually a perfect scalding-free temperature. Other than the great temperature, these balls also had themselves a great taste. I couldn’t really taste the truffles in there, but these was definitely not your garden-variety mac and cheese. The balls were well-seasoned and well-prepared so that they didn’t spill all over the place prematurely while being eaten.

Although tasty, I felt like the price was a wee-bit too high. Three bucks is a lot to pay for three little balls. As an aside, my buddy ended up ordering himself some bread pudding there for dessert because the lady working there told him it would change his life. After eating, he decided that she was right, although I spent the rest of the day with him and his life was no different from the way I remembered it.