In a city like Austin that is sprawling with delicious food options, it’s hard to stand out as an up-and-coming food truck. One new little food truck by the name of Don, however, has not only wowed the tastebuds, but stolen the hearts of UT students and Austinites alike. This food truck, run by Eddie Sumner and Omi Yozen, slings out authentic and satisfying Japanese food daily; and with entrees as cheap as $5, it keeps both the stomachs and wallets of its customers full.

The crowd that constantly surrounds the truck on Guadalupe street is a small testament to the amount of affection that Don has garnered in the months since it’s opened. In the spirit of the month of love, a few dedicated Don devotees have chosen to share their love through poetry.

Don

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Describing my love

Firm, Plump, Juicy, Savory

Meet Karaage

-Will Tang

Don

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Japanese Food Truck

It’s Heaven in my mouth (yay)

I have gained ten pounds

-Thao Vu

Don

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Piping hot goodness

Sprinkled with love and nori

The magic of Don

-Celine Lee

Don

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Oh sweet number 4. Between numbers 3 and 5.

Between the veggie king and the pork belly.

Every day I wake and yern for your delicious yet sensual touch against my lips.

Every mouthful of you is like a feast of others.

You taunt me with your long lines and try me with our battering sun.

You are a cruel mistress, but one that I cannot live without.

-Alex Cazares

Don

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10 times, 10 pounds, Don

When the pork belly hits it

Eat with no regrets

-Bianca Antonio

Don

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Chicken Katsudon

Your breading; My promised land

You’re my number one

-David Pastrana

Don

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To Don, or not to Don – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the line to suffer
The heat and the waiting for delicious food
Or to take thyself to another restaurant
And by dining elsewhere yearn for the Veggie King? To love, to eat –
Forever more – and by digging in to say we end
The hunger pangs, and the thousand stomach growls
That flesh is heir to – ’tis a savory dish devoutly to be wished! To love, to eat.
To eat – perchance Don hasn’t sold out yet – ay, there’s the onsen egg,
For in that feast of reasonable prices how many Dons could we order
When we have reached the humble counter,
Must give our greedy appetites pause. There’s the respect
That allows the rest of us to chow down too.

-“Donlet” by Aubrey Baker