So you want to go to the outlet malls in Cabazon (why?) and it is 108 degrees Fahrenheit (holy shitballs) and you worked out and then ate nothing more than a piece of honeydew melon and so you will eat the gum off a strangers shoe you are so gut-wrenchingly hungry.
And there is La Pacha Mama food truck and that seems like a better call than the food court which is a surely depressing place to be like prison or grandma’s house on your birthday.