Huh wha? Never occurred to me that there was some reason not to buy food from a street vendor. Where the heck do you live that doesn’t have street vendors?
Me, I love a good pigeon-on-a-stick. The rest of you probably think of them as shish-kebabs, but I know what they really are. When I was working down in the Strip district in Pittsburgh, I used to get them all the time. My boss would always call them pigeon-on-a-stick. One time, I asked him why. He looked at me knowingly, and said “you don’t see any pigeons around here, do you?” Gosh darn, but he was right!
FWIW, My mother-in-law’s building’s ground floor is the depot where the hot dog vendors put their carts overnight. It’s kind of funny, but if you walk out of her apartment in the evening, you’ll see hot dog carts coming at you from every direction. It’s pretty surreal.
My mother-in-law’s notoriously jerkish husband got into a big fight with the hot dog guys one time. The next day, he found that his car had been keyed. I think they could have done better, you know? I would have loved to have had him come downstairs the next day to find his car festooned with hot dog buns, stuck on with ketchup and mustard.