While strolling down Folsom to the mainstream Street Food Festival on Saturday, I was hipped to the cooler, undiscovered street food festival going down on the corner of 23rd.  Just a giant heap o' chicken marinating in Sriracha and urine.  The Yamo to your Osha.  A scene still untainted by government fees, politicians, Michael Bauer, baby strollers and Foursquare.  More authentic than shelling out $7 bucks for the privilege of eating Delfina near Garfield Park, I hope it stays true to its roots next year.