Louis C.K.'s program Louie introduced us to the concept of a "bang-bang," in which a diner eats a full meal at a restaurant, then goes to a diner and eats a second full meal there. Ideally, the bang-banger visits establishments with differing cuisines. I'd never done that before today (not that I'd admit it if I had); but some weeks, quasi-journalism is a harsh mistress. This was the week I agreed to survey Olympia's food trucks, so a single lunch simply wouldn't do. It's a measure of my fortitude that I'm typing my results now, a half-hour after finishing, instead of crawling into a burrow and hibernating for a month.

Luckily for my gas tank, most of Oly's mobile eateries are clustered on the same lot, 728 Fourth Ave. at Plum, around Abby's Cookies & Cupcakes and a popular coffee stand, Filling Station Espresso. Thus I was able to order a falafel sandwich from Nineveh Assyrian, then step over to All Fed Up - A Curbside Kitchen and ask chef Angela Isaacson to flip me The Bird. (That's a smoked turkey sandwich.) Then, I stepped over and perused the menu at Arepa Latin Street Food, a Venezuelan truck closed for Christmas week. It's a lucky thing that place wasn't open, by the way. If they were, this article would be called Bang-Bang-Bang, and it'd relate the epic story of how Carv joyfully ate himself to death.

So here's the skinny on two fat sammies. The Bird is full of crisp, locally-sourced veggies and a layer of savory turkey about three-quarters of an inch thick. For a food truck that prides itself on tasty vegetarian fare, this is a massive amount of protein. It's on good bread from San Francisco Street Bakery, toasted to perfection, and easily enough for lunch all by itself. I didn't try the homemade soups or salads, as the falafel was calling my name, but it all looked delicious. All Fed Up serves a handful of breakfast burrito options, including a monster with house-made soy chorizo that looked right up my alley.

The falafel sandwich, actually a dos-manos-sized wrap, was so good I drifted off into Happyland for a moment. That may have been when I dumped a full tablespoon of aioli down my shirtfront. This is not a food to be eaten in your car like a sad glutton, the way I did. Take it from a devout carnivore: if you have to go meatless for some unfathomable reason, Nineveh's falafel will be your new best friend. It's crunchy, unexpectedly spicy and substantial enough to aggravate your TMJ. I made it about halfway through before I was uncomfortably reminded the carrying capacity of a human stomach, even mine, is less than a liter. Despite this setback, I forged ahead and finished my second bang. You are welcome, Gentle Reader. Now please pass the Tums.

When Arepa reopens this week, come for the ropa vieja or steak with chimichurri sauce, stay for the Mexican Coca-Cola. (Arepa, by the way, is a puffy Venezuelan cornbread. ¡Muy bonita!) Also on the lot is Tacos California.  How much do I love Tacos California? Well, let's put it like this: I hired them to cater my wedding reception.

I hope you'll excuse me while I go find that burrow now. Another story like this, and I'll be writing about shopping for larger pants.