Back in the 70s, everybody wanted to work at the car wash -- sure, it was hard, but there was always the chance to meet a movie star, or even an Indian chief, or even Robert "The Chief" Parish, there to buy bags of whatever made you see that other stuff. Proving that even in the new millennium "there ain't no tellin' who you might meet", the duo behind Brazilian Crepes.
This oddly located located stand's run by the wash-owner's nephew and his wife, a Brazilian he met while she was working the hand-wash line; they married 4mos later, then on a trip to her homeland became so enchanted with the ubiquitous crepe operations they stashed some overgrown waffle-iron-esque presses in their suitcases -- just like when you left your clothes in Rosarito to sneak back enough M-80s to teach every cat in Fallbrook a lesson. Rather than cooked/stuffed/rolled, the savory flour-/egg-based wrappers are pre-stuffed, pressed, and served crispy on a stick; traditionally, success depends on batter quality, with individual interpretations so closely guarded the wife won't reveal hers to her man (but if it's truly quality batter, it's definitely Bip Roberts). All crepes are $3 (but can be made double, triple, or quadruple) with savory stuffers including any combo of shredded beef/chicken, cubed ham, cheese & jalapenos, and sweetness from M&M's, to peanut butter, to White Chocolate -- who'll only pass one to a friend between his legs.
As for the Auto Scrubber itself, it provides services from an express wash to intense detailing -- also what the world looks like after you've overnighted yourself two ounces of a substance that looks suspiciously Celtic green.