There's a great mouth-watering story at The Left Coaster that has me thinking of my tamale man.
I live in Atwater Village, a small part of greater LA that has it's fair share of Latinos (but what part of the city, state and country doesn't?). In any case, every Sunday, one man drives every street very slowly in his bullhorn-equipped car and every 20 seconds or show, he shouts over his bullhorn "Tamales".
And I haven't once bought one. Next time, I will.