Quesadilla-buying stranger on the left knows the score. Quesadilla-buying stranger on the right: I don't know what's going to happen first -- you dribbling grilled meat juices down the front of your weather-inappropriate sweater vest, or you realizing that since you can't exactly wrap a sweater vest around your waist, when the weather hits 90 degrees, you're going to be stuck sweating in it. Unless you're going to a craft fair, or over to McCarren Park Pool to catch a show, there is absolutely no reason for your wool/acrylic-blend silliness. You're about to enjoy a wondrous meal for under $5. It's not a fashion show (or North Brooklyn), my friend.