Annnnnd, it kind of was. Here I was thinking the lines at work were long, but this was probably 10x worse. But luckily our search for the great food truck gathering brought us out of the desert and into the land of milk and honey that is China Town. So Brother S and I got falafel at a normal restaurant and called it a night.
*note: I work in a desert, not dessert (though one day the latter will be true, whipped cream wrestling here I come!)