This is a guest review written by Ed Duffy.

When I walked up to the Haute Sausage truck on Dearborn Street I didn’t know what to expect. The truck looked just like the “roach coach” I remember eating from as a landscaping laborer years ago, only this one was parked next to Chase Plaza in downtown Chicago rather than in the suburban wasteland of a yet to be constructed housing development.

At a traditional “roach coach” your food choices were limited: a Coke, a candy bar, a donut, or a shrink-wrapped sandwich. When the Haute Sausage driver handed me a menu it listed seven types of sausage I had never heard of (with the exception of the Sheboygan Brat).

Feeling a little adventuresome, I chose the Moroccan Lamb Sausage. “Hmm, Moroccan Lamb Sausage,” I thought to myself. Do they actually make “lamb sausage” in Morocco or is this something a guy from the South side of Chicago came up with? I wasn’t sure, but I handed over my $7.00 to the driver and waited for what the menu describes as, “A spicy lamb sausage with roasted zucchini and yellow squash, with hot Marrakesh sauce.” I sat down with my exotic sausage lunch and Diet Coke at fountain near the Chase Plaza and unwrapped the contents. Inside was a long, skinny sausage with the previously described vegetables on the bun beneath. It looked kind of like a breakfast sausage, only three times longer! Intrigued, I dug in and took a bite.

The sausage was flavorful and spicy. I can’t say it tasted like lamb, but I could tell it was definitely a leaner type of meat than your typical sausage. The roasted zucchini and yellow squash were a nice compliment, giving the sausage flavor a little more body than if it had just been slapped alone into a lonely bun. The closest I could compare the taste to would be that of a spicy Italian sausage but the taste was milder and not as fatty as your typical pork sausage.

After two bites I decided I liked the sausage and happily chomped it down with the help of my Diet Coke. The wrapper kept the meal reasonably warm and I managed not to spill any of the contents of the bun on my pants. A traditionalist might have said that the sausage could have used some spicy mustard, but I think it was flavorful enough with just the hot Marrakesh sauce.

Thus began my virgin gastronomic voyage into the eclectic land of food trucks in downtown Chicago, armed with a little curiosity, a taste for sausage, and a Diet Coke. When it was over, I walked away with a full tummy, satisfied taste buds, and visions of my next food truck adventure.

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