The heavy metal lifestyle has never been about restraint. Brass Knuckle, the heavy metal tribute food truck, unapologetically lives the same way: sex, drugs, and deep-fried foods.
The truck is the domain of Shellie Kitchen (possibly not her real name), who earned her chops on the line in fine dining restaurants after quitting her corporate day job to attend culinary school. The mother of three sees the truck as a way to work in the kitchen and still spend time with her family. Kitchen's love of heavy metal music inspired the cuisine and names of the dishes. Look for items like Prawn n Roses ($5, crispy prawns, cilantro crema, pico de gallo, slaw) or the Gwar garlic fries ($4), which conjure up images of the front row being sprayed with ketchup. That would be rad.
For all its caloric heft, the Fryin' Maiden ($9, buttermilk fried chicken, aioli, apple jalapeño slaw), is light enough that it won't conjure the Number of the Beast on your ass the rest of your day. The chile-spiked, deep-fried chicken breast is less crunchy than you would expect, but the meat is juicy and surprisingly rich for being lean. That richness is brightened by the tart apple pieces mixed in the mayo-based slaw that added some necessary acidity.
This truck reminded us of the Voodoo Van, another rock truck, and got us daydreaming of a day we might see a battle of the bands-style "Monsters of Squawk" hard rock chicken sandwich competition.
Brass Knuckle (like the heavy metal lifestyle) isn't something you do for your health, but a chicken sandwich on an especially hungover morning will take you from Eddie to ready.