Man, I once stumbled into a tiny alley in Bangkok where a street vendor was grilling satay on a torch‑lit grill—literally on fire. The meat was already sizzling when I asked, and the scent was so intense I could feel my stomach rumble. I took a bite, and the sauce was a fiery mix of peanut, lime, and something I can’t even pronounce, but it exploded in my mouth like fireworks. I still dream about that blaze on a road trip. How about you, any street‑food epics?