RecipeMuncher

I love street food. It’s so filthy and visceral and I seek it out wherever I go. There’s something special, communal, about the immediacy and anonymity of picking up a meal from a street stall, often after a long wait in a queue, and wandering off somewhere to eat it. Street food is often ugly, always fast food, typically served long after normal business hours, mostly hand-held, inherently low-brow, invariably cheap, and, with a few exceptions, very tasty. Before we go further, I (...)