Super Fresh Carts

This was heaven in every bite. I couldn’t decide whether to get grilled cheese or a s’more so my friends and I ordered one of each and shared. I should have had them both for myself — they were amazing. The bread was tasty but it was the bacon and cheese the stole the show. They know what they are doing!
Homemade soft cookies, perfectly melted marshmallow and caramel chocolate squares — unreal! I am going to stalk this cart. Thankfully their website tells me exactly where they will be so I can devour all their options.

I am a consumer of Super Fresh Carts and to say they are good or great is a complete understatement. It’s a cart that makes Grilled Cheese sandwiches and s’mores. Yes, it might sound like your worst scouting nightmare, but the sandwiches and s’mores at this place are friggin’ amazing.
It may sound cliché but my first visit to Super Fresh Carts outside of Hardywood was almost better than sex. (In the case of some of my «paramours», it was waaaaayyyy better than they were — no names will be stated to protect the bad, the ugly and the small.)
I started off with a grilled cheese — oh no, this was not just a regular grilled cheese — it had blue cheese and gouda and BACON! This gouda was gooey and the blue cheese roque’d (haha — cheese humor). Grilled cheeses are melty anyway so that already melt in your mouth; however, this grilled cheese sandwich tantalized my tongue into a frenzy. I wanted more, it was starting to become addictive. But alas, they were out of blue cheese. (I will admit that I went out there a little before closing time so, it was through no fault of theirs.)
Then the vendor suggested a s’more. I was wavering as I have eaten plenty of backyard, campfire s’mores in my life, but he convinced with their offering of homemade graham crackers. YES, HOMEMADE GRAHAM CRACKERS. I don’t know about you, but I never ever thought about how graham crackers were made until that exact moment. Then, my partner in crime, my brother Sean, who had especially been enjoyed the Hardywood products, jumps in on the action. He wants bacon on his s’more. You can’t have your little brother up you — so I say put bacon on mine, too.
I cannot begin to describe the orgasmic adventure on which this s’more sent me. First, this ain’t your average-​sized s’more, it’s enormous — it barely fits in your mouth. With lots of big marshmallow-​y goodness oozing out, you can hardly contain yourself. Then you are able to get your mouth around it and your start to taste the yumminess of the HOMEMADE graham crackers. Here comes the chocolate. (I asked for dark chocolate for the antioxidants and to counter the unhealthiness that the mainstream media claims is in bacon [I am still not convinced].) The ghirardelli square was melted to perfection. Now on to the bacon. The bacon provided a sensational salty backdrop on this sweet, sinful square of sumptuousness. If loving a sandwich is wrong, I don’t ever wanna be right.
Thanks Super Fresh Carts — you will see me often. You are also the new stop on my tour of Richmond for all of my out of town guests. It has now become a necessity.

Had this at Hardywood aaand LOVE IT!!! the homemade cookies and graham cracker options, plus homemade ‘mallows and ghiridelli chocolate squares = perfection

This cart is genius! Seriously, who doesn’t love s’mores? And now that Super Fresh Carts is on the scene, you don’t have to build a fire pit or wait for a camping trip to enjoy this tasty treat.
These s’mores are not your average campfire variety, either. The marshmallows are homemade, you have a choice of graham cracker or chocolate chip cookie (also homemade), and you can go with dark or milk chocolate. Sometimes they even offer creative chocolate fillings such as Kit Kats or Reese’s. I am in serious sugar heaven when I bite into these babies.
The cart also offers grilled cheese and candied nuts, although I have yet to try either of these options. I tried Super Fresh at the RVA Street Foodies court at Hardywood, but they can be also be found at the Virginia Historical Society court and South of the James.
Next time you’re craving a gooey, chocolatey treat, check this cart out. But don’t blame me if you become addicted.