Jones Cart

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce to you the Jones Cart.
I am lucky enough, nay PRIVILEGED, to work in the Armourdale Neighborhood of KCK, which affords me quick and easy access to the KCMO Bottoms. In my ever-​lovin’ need to find new and exciting experiences with my mouth, I scour the area for interesting places to succumb to the need to be satiated… by delicious food.
Last week, I went searching for Hot Dogs. I had remembered in a blink of the eye how I thought I’d noticed a food cart of some sort at the weird gas station at 14^th and Wyoming, but since I’ve always avoided said gas station, and usually am just getting on the freeway there (or heading the opposite direction down Gennessee towards R Bar or Gennessee Royale), I wasn’t positive I seen what I saw. So, last Monday, I drove down there, and sure enough, there was a food cart in the corner of the parking lot of said gas station, parked next to a truck, and ready to serve me some delicious, amazing foodal delights.
The Jones Cart has no sign. They have a hand-​printed menu of what they’d cooked up for that day. They are owned and operated by two amazing sisters who will call you sweet terms of endearment and smile at you with the smiles of women who know how to feed your soul… and know that you know they’re gonna do it right, yes sir.
So, I drive up, walk up to the cart where I am greeted with the promise of good eatin’ just by the smell. But the delivery is as sweet and downhome as the food itself; I am advised that I will taste the best beans ever, that the rib tips are especially great today, that they’re out of hot dogs, but when they have them, they’re dipped in a sauce that will explain why they sell out so quickly. That they have chicken some days, and that one sister will take your money while the other gets you the plate. I walked away smiling just by having such a wonderful experience just GETTING the food, let alone tasting it yet. I knew right then that I’d be back, and I told them so right then.
But then I went to take a bite…
I’d gotten back to my office and had already made my co-​workers jealous just by the SMELL they were getting. But the first bite in my mouth… th chewmories… the amazing melting of BBQ’d meat and sauce (on the sweet side) was so incredible that I let everyone know, loud, and often, how they all HAD to go back there with me, and soon.
The beans! Holy crap, AMAZING! Not all sticky and gross like a lot of places, but lightly sweet and syrupy with chunks of celery just to give it the slightest crunch. I devoured both the Rib Tips and Beans like I was insatiable… and until that last slop of bread through the sauce, I was… but then, wow, just sitting back and appreciating what could very well rival any plate of BBQ in the city…
Today, I went back, and got the aforementioned Hot Dogs. 2, with chips, for $ 6. Worth the wait. They whipped up a couple of what my buddy Tony was calling a KC Dog, and I chowed down on them like a man obsessed. So. Good. So good.
I told the sisters of the Jones Cart that I was gonna go tell all my friends today. This is how I’m doing it. Go down there and get some while they got it, because when they run out, they go home… and hopefully very much appreciated for their fine, fine contributions to the hungry folks of the KC Bottoms and beyond.