Back when I lived in Boston, we ate it restaurants.  Then I moved to San Francisco and we ate on the streets.  But since I've been here, the standard for gourmet dining has been a race to the bottom.  Taco trucks paved the way to curry carts.  Curry carts brought mobile baked goods.  The mobile baked goods lead to Kid Rock's doppelganger selling Jello shots in the park.  Now at garage sales they're throwing in super nachos with every broken sewing machine and stack of 1960's Life Magazines you buy.

Soon the most successful street food businesses will merely hurl gobs of currywurst at passersby.

(photo and additional commentary from Emily Heller)