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“Six down and just one to go,” Charlie said. We drilled the competitors to find out where the remaining truck might be. But the trucks had searched independently for an ideal place to park, so none of them knew where the others were.

“If they’re smart, they found out about ArtWalk and they’re somewhere near Little Italy,” I said. This elicited an encouraging raised brow from one of the producers.

At 5:30 p.m., seven hours after our escapade began, we were on foot in three groups, scouring the annual art festival in Little Italy for the seventh truck. At 5:33, I received a text from Kimberly: “State ’n’ Ash — crepe truck.”

“How fitting that the last truck we find has dessert,” I said, taking a bite of the banana, strawberry, and Nutella crepe we’d ordered from Crepes Bonaparte.

“The only thing we have to figure out now,” David said, pausing after savoring a section of the cinnamon apple crepe, “is where to go for dinner.”

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