So in every single country in the world the fare on offer from street vendors is a point of cultural pride, but here its a sign of breakdown of the old order and some sort of putrid hipster, aspirant class stigma, which should be countered by buying flavourless, generic pre-packaged food from the fridge of an acceptable, yet characterless national chain. Should we bolster this by lamenting the emergerence over the last decade or so of beer with some discernible flavour by stubbornly washing it down with some tepid John Smiths in a can or a nice crisp Castlemain XXXX? ps, just in case you missed it the 4 Xes are really another word and there's an implicit comma before it, think alliteration ;-P