Puffin spotted her from across the street, how I'm not sure. She was wedged into a tight row of street stalls that were much larger than hers. She was making what any of us could - buttered toast with some sugar sprinkled on top. Of course, hers tasted way better. Maybe it's the charcoal grilling. Or, perhaps it's the butter she uses. I don't know what made it so good, I just know I could eat it every day.
The technique was interesting. First, the bread is grilled on both sides, then buttered and sugared, then returned to the grill for a spell. In the above photo, the piece on the left is in its final stage. Once done, it's chopped into tiny cubes and put into a bag and accompanied by a long tooth pick.
We walked down the street, spearing them into our mouths. The butter taste was very strong - it's what stood out for me. I went back the next day after sleeping in a bit, but she wasn't there. Too late! Man, I was depressed about it too!