Samy H.
Google
One of the best arepas I’ve ever eaten from a food truck was a classic “La Colégiala.” The first bite immediately transported me back to childhood, reminding me of family gatherings and the smell of freshly made arepas in my grandmother’s kitchen. The creamy “diablito” and cheese filling, perfectly seasoned, was balanced by the warm, slightly crispy exterior of the arepa itself. It wasn’t just the flavor—it was the pride of being Venezuelan, tasting something so rooted in our culture and history. Eating it from a food truck, far from home, made me feel connected to my roots, evoking a deep sense of nostalgia and pride.