. . .that you're too hot. . .
consider this from Vietnamese God who is in the midst of equatorial summer but still as wonderfully-focused as always on things one can hardly find to eat here (except this "Western" pho).
And then there's this scene, which speaks for itself in its dusky, bug-light-lit hues of "give me ice cream," the same tune we Midwesterners will be bleating in about a month.
I hope he never quits.