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“We did. Just finished the dinner rush.”

Sutton checks her phone again. “It’s up!” She quickly scans through it. “It’s about us!”

I lean over her shoulder. “What does it say?”

She reads it aloud.

I’d heard aboutKyle’sas many of you have tagged me in your own reviews of the new food truck making waves in San Jose. Plus, the videos of customers raving about them have gone viral. So, with high expectations, I headed across the Bay Bridge to check them out for myself.

I have to say thatKyle’sserves up what is by far the best chicken chili I’ve ever had, and the onion rings are to die for. As a bonus, they come with an amazing secret sauce that was a gift to my pallet. Their cheeseburgers are cooked to perfection with a fantastic bakery bun, elevating it beyond the usual fare served around town.

You can try them for yourself outside the Farmer’s Market at San Pedro Square every Tuesday and Thursday, plus varying spots around the city. Their daily locations can be found on their website, which I’ve listed below.

In my humble opinion,Kyle’sis definitely worth the trip across the Bay Bridge.

Five Fantastic Forks!

Sutton throws her fists in the air and bounces on her feet, then hugs me. I’m grinning from ear to ear, filled with stunned amazement and joy, but my eyes connect with Rafe, and I quickly disengage.

“Congrats, man,” Marcus says, clasping my hand. “I take it this is a big deal?”

“Huge.” Sutton fills him in. “A good review from this lady is like magic fairy dust. She can make or break a career with one review.”

“Well, that’s a great review, Kyle,” Melissa says, and hugs my neck. When she pulls back, she pats my arm. “Well deserved, too.” She turns to her father. “We should celebrate.”

Cole raises his glass of whiskey. “Cheers to ya, Kyle. I’m happy for you.”

“I know,” Brandy says, snapping her fingers and looking at Melissa and Sutton. “We should go up to the marina, where my father has his boat. I’m sure he’ll let us use it.”

“Or we could ride the bikes down to the beach,” Billy suggests. “I’ve been wanting to check out Pacifica.”

“Either way, I see bikinis in our future,” Marcus replies with a grin.

“Oh, let’s go to the beach. They’ve got that pier, and I’ve always wanted to check out that taco place on the beach. I’ve heard they’ve got awesome frozen margaritas,” Sutton says.

“I’m sold,” Green chimes in.

TJ tilts his head. “What do you think, Dad? You want to make it a club ride?”

Cole turns to Crash. “You up for it, VP?”

Crash shrugs. “Sure.”

Cole downs his beer and stands. “Okay. Sunday good for you?”

Seeing Sutton’s happiness, I can’t help but agree. “Sure.”

“We’ll head out at eleven on Sunday.” He lifts a chin to Crash. “Come back to the office with me.”

I watch them walk out and catch Green’s eyes. “I’m surprised he agreed to that.”

“Anything that takes his mind off starting a war with the mob, I’m all for,” he replies, tilting his beer up.

“Amen,” I murmur.

Sunday morning, I roll into the clubhouse lot at eleven am on the dot. Most of the club is already here. Shane and Briana, Jake and Layla, Crash and Shannon, Cole and Angel. I park next to Rafe and Sutton and climb from my bike.

Rafe sits sideways on his seat, yawns, and then sips from his coffee. “Who’s idea was this?”

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