Off the Grid

The idea that every neighborhood is in need of its own Off the Grid evidences the fact that this thing has officially jumped the shark. Driving by the neighborhood strip mall and noticing a handful of food trucks (8 — 9) circled up in a suburban parking lot holds little allure.
Organizers try to make it inviting, laying out a smattering of chairs and tables and blasting some music but by this time I’ve seen all of these food trucks before. I’ve seen them in cooler locations and I’ve eaten from them while surrounded by colorful urban folk who make for good people watching. I’d actually posit that a full 85% of the appeal of Off the Grid is derived from location and buzz. When it’s at Fort Mason it’s got it. When it’s housed at the Presidio for a weekend picnic it’s got it again. Housed here? I’m not feeling it.
I stopped by early one evening when all the trucks were open for business. There were less than 10 customers total, for the duration of my visit. No lines, yes, but no buzz or energy either.
If you have a family with small children, live nearby, and just want a night out — not in a restaurant — I can imagine how this might hold appeal. If you’re just over the whole food truck/​party thing or have the time and energy to go to its birthplace, this likely won’t be the least bit satisfying.
(OTG in this location is Tuesday night from 5 — 8 p.m.)