— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I can't lie; I've never seen a certifiable Sketchy Motherfucker serving $3 sandwiches from a device used to haul around trash and “fluid”-stained sheets that I've been so inclined to trust with my nourishment and long-term health. I mean, he really seems like he understands the whole essence of street food, no?
(Also, he's offering up five dollar non-Freudian psychotherapy sessions right from the grill, should you be feeling a little down while waiting to eat.)
Comments (3)
P.D.Bird | [Permalink]
And CBCW James can’t sell a few brews……sheeeeeit
I don't blink before I type | [Permalink]
“Sometimes a sandwich is just a sandwich”- of course, that’s just me paraphrasing Freud as I haven’t a food cart nor am I a street food vending psychotherapist
Josh C the Grinch | [Permalink]
I ate here, it sucked. Pork was all fat and no meat, bread was totally stale. Sketchy looks sketchy for a reason sometimes.