[Urbane Guerrilla]

Though the Texans, out of regional pride if nothing else, would fight NC to a draw on barbeque -- that, and chili as we know it, these are the national dishes. And since somebody's gotta eat all that BBQ a barbeque war had generated, well... yum. Followed by yum-oh-jeez-I-can't-move.

Krispy Kreme has made it to Southern California in the grand manner -- we've got one of their midget doughnut factories (Homer Price flashbacks!) across town in Oxnard, and they're determinedly marketing their doughnuts all over the place. The local Anglo grocery places are all selling them. We have about three kinds of grocery places around here: Anglo chains like Ralphs (no apostrophe anywhere, it's a thing of theirs) and Albertson's, a few Oriental grocers, one Japanese and two Philipino, and a spectrum of Mexican markets from little mama y papá places through oldfashioned butcher shops specializing mainly in their meat counter, to Mexican style supermarkets featuring Mexi-luncheonettes with such appurtenances as big ol' tortilla making machines -- and the butchers' meat case on the other side of the store, and a bakery that's a copy of every other Mexican stand-alone bakery I've ever seen, right down to the trays and tongs for picking out your own panes dulces, self-serve, from the case.