Can't you smell it? The sizzling greasy hot dogs...the onions...the peppers...the BACON. It's nearly impossible to walk by the illegal street carts when you leave a concert or bar, wherever the street vendors set up their rickety moveable "kitchens." This was outside of the Hollywood Palladium the last time we were there for a show, the smell wafting in through the doors before the last song even started playing. Did we? Of course. Don't you?