I feel almost hypocritical posting about sugar cane juice: I never tried any for the entire three years that I lived in Burma. A serious bout of amoebic dysentery immediately after arriving in the country left me pretty wary of pretty much any Burmese street food. But I regret not ever trying the sugar cane juice from this vendor. He was always set up right outside of the entrance to my apartment building; I’d just walk right past. And as much as I tell people now about how I lived in a slum in Burma (I really did), it was vendors like the sugar cane vendor that ensured that I secretly really did like my neighbourhood.