I have an idiotic fascination with the local tamale guy. Not only have I made a film about him years ago, but he's been the subject of jokes, songs, and legends.
No one knows where he comes from. Some people suggest Mexico, others say Inglewood. He might not even be the same guy (rising to the suspicion of a tamale cabal). But he seems to have a psychic link with the appetite of his clientele, arriving at the crest of your peripheral vision just as you think of your stomach and your wallet. That's $1 per Tamale, by the way. Three different varieties.
People have tried to photograph him, but he remains elusive, blurry, bigfootesque.
Well, it turns out that he's on Yelp with a 4.5 average score. It probably would've been better but someone noted that he only accepts cash, setting a bad precedent for future tamale men everywhere.