Street food isn’t gourmet and there are no food critics eagerly awaiting a table, but street food is hearty, delicious, and unique. Every culture and every city seems to have booths or carts selling street food. You can buy hot dogs in Chicago and New York, satay in Shanghai, and tamales in Mexico City.
Finally, our number was called and we grabbed our food and headed over to the parking lot to sit against the fence and chow down. The tacos were pure heaven and rivaled the tacos I’d enjoyed in the “Little Red Truck.” In Mexico, the meat was perfectly seasoned and the tortillas had been cooked from scratch at the booth. I washed my tacos down with a Coke in a glass bottle and I thought I was full until I found the booth selling corn on the cob. I couldn’t resist and the corn tasted amazingly good, despite the butter dripping down my chin.
Walking down the street eating amazingly good food, I was reminded of my trip to Suzhou, China and the satay that we’d eaten walking down the street. It was January and there were street vendors standing around the Temple of Mystery grilling yummy smelling meat over an open flame. Although we were a little worried about what the meat would actually be, we decided we’d live on the wild side and we stepped up to the booth. Luckily the vendor spoke a little bit of English so we were able to order chicken and beef satays. Despite our trepidation, the satays were warm, spicy, and wonderful and we were glad we’d taken the risk and tried them.