pondering my love of street food

i love street food. all around the world, i crave vendors on the side of the road selling random cuisines. my salivary glands tingled with delight every time i bought a currywurst in germany, a pork gyro pita in greece, and meat kababs and döners in turkey. don't know why though...is it because i feel more part of the community eating what the locals eat? is it because it's so cheap? or is it because i'm a gambling man and love the suspense of whether the food will come out solid at the other end? ha!

but i've always wondered, what is the equivalent of street food in the u.s.? is it the shriveled up hot dog you see at your local 7/11? if that's the case, maybe i should reconsider my love for street food. maybe all the locals snicker when i eagerly eat it up. they're probably thinking "that dumbass is eating shit i'd never touch in a million years!"

your thoughts?