In an extremely occasional series, DCist likes to bitch and moan about what other cities have that we don’t. Previously, we’ve whined about how much we miss Wawa and a how hard it is to get lubed up in a hurry. If you’ve got something else you think D.C. is missing and deserves to be scrutinized by a large group of bitter, paranoid, unpaid bloggers, please leave your suggestions in the comments.

We live in a city. It’s a bona fide city too. Where people walk more than they drive, pay too much for tiny apartments, and get upset when tourists start to infringe on their personal space. So it should be no surprise that sometimes, especially on days when we’re walking briskly through a crowd of be-fanny-packed families and feeling strapped for cash after forking over our entire paychecks to a blood-sucking landlord, we’d really like to be able to make a quick pit stop at a conveniently located food cart and actually be able to get something to eat that doesn’t make us feel dirty. You know what we mean?