My favorite LA story is how my next door neighbor in SF, an old lady who left Saigon decades ago, begged me to help her locate her favorite Saigon Chinese sausage shop. It was somewhere in LA. With no clues other than where it had been in Saigon and ONE word, I found it! (With the help of many Vietnamese Chinese people in LA)
It was in Rosemead, and her eyes lit up when I brought some back to her. ‘Nothing else like it,’ she said.
