Christ. I think LA and Detroit should go bowling. On the positive side, I have a theory that municipal competence is inversely related to the quality of cuisine.
Meh. People make big noises about food in LA but it's mostly just pretentious and expensive. I paid six bucks for a piece of apple streudel that Little Debbie would be ashamed of two weeks ago. LA is the only place where I can name seven pizza places that will charge me $30 for something roughly the caliber of Red Baron.
In Heaven: the cooks are French, the policemen are English, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian and the bankers are Swiss.
In Hell: the cooks are English, the policemen are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss and the bankers are Italian.