People like me were sad to see this clearly original food cart that basically dished up some solid goods por poquito dinero pack it in. The specialty was pasta dishes, and if you cross your eyes you can make out the mural on the cart is a space-age alien pasta maker whipping out fresh noodles made with the purple eggs of probably some ultra-sexy chickens shipped in from somewhere in, like where else, North Bay Cali where they’ve been saving up all that crazy heirloom shit. It was mournful, though, to catch this parked down this ally type street across from a 7-11. I mean, it used to be on 12th & Hawthorne. Now it’s in the opposite kind of place. Sadness prevails.