I want a churro. But I can't have just any churro. The best and greatest churro (that I know of) is in a tiny cart, located in the Fruitvale neighborhood of Oakland, across from Bart. She stands in her metal enclave, steaming with frying oil and waits for you to choose between plain, chocolate, vanilla or strawberry filling. She fries it fresh and has ice cold Jarritos or Mexican Cola to wash it down with. I wish I could have her churros right now.