Roasting on an open fire

I don't know what the link is between chestnuts and trains. I'd never even eaten a roasted chestnut before, but when I saw this train-shaped shack on the street the other day, I just knew that it must be someone selling hot, roasted chestnuts. Instinctively, my spidey sense just knew that's what was inside. Why a train? Don't ask me.

So I bought a dozen, in a little paper cone. I choked down the first in its shell before realizing that you remove the outside before eating. Mmmmm.

But then I had that damn song stuck in my head for the rest of the evening.