Calgary has never really been known for its food. (I, too, was shocked when it came to light that Nick’s Steakhouse & Pizza was not internationally renowned).

In reality, our palates seemed simple and were satisfied with beef, mini-donuts and Grasshopper beer.  Retrospectively, I think it’s the way Peter Lougheed would have wanted it. 

But with the recent launch of a handful of new Food Trucks, these meals on wheels seem to be intent on changing everything we’ve ever known about Calgary, starting with our waistlines.

Truthfully, the idea of a restaurant parking outside of my house is both exhilarating and utterly terrifying. I mean on any given day, I can look outside and possibly see a perogy truck or someone handing out gelato. No longer will I struggle to find somewhere to park on a crowded street, or needlessly tip a former hockey player who, as it turns out, isn’t that good of a server either.

While I appreciate the idea of having about a half a dozen new restaurants to choose from, I’m still not done eating my way through all the regular new restaurants that have opened up in the past couple of years. When did this city become overrun with foodies and their delectable dishes?  The promise of deep-frying anything and putting it on a stick was one of the reasons I decided to move here in the first place. 

It’s hard to believe, but I’ve already noticed that the plentitude of food options have actually changed who I am as a person.

In this very paper, I’ve written countless columns about the pangs of stress created by constantly having to wait for the CTrain. However, just last week, I consciously and happily waited in line for an hour to eat three tacos that cost me $8.

It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore. 

In all honesty, I’m worried that by changing our eating habits, other things that make us distinctly Calgarian will start to change as well. One too many Alley Burgers and before you know it, we’ll be playing hacky sack in Sandy Beach, like the beach bums of Vancouver, or sitting around smoking and judging people’s accents, like they do in Montreal.

In university, I was lucky enough to avoid the dreaded freshman 15.  Happily, as long as there are food trucks, I’ll easily make up for lost time.

Mike Morrison is the perfectly bald head behind Mike’s Bloggity Blog. He also tweets regularly from @mikesbloggity.