Intestine on a stick. I actually had no clue what they were selling but it looked gross so I wanted to give it a try.
I then proceeded to another "restaurant" -- haha aka a grill on top of a bike -- and picked up more normal items like sasauage, eggplant, veggies, squid, etc.
And now I'm back to mourning my bike. I leave you with the conversation I had with my teacher once I found out my bike was stolen:
Me: "My bike got stolen right outside of our building."
Teach: "How many locks did you have on it?"
Teach: "Yeah that's not enough."