Should you ever have an I-don't-know-about-you-Los-Angeles moment, may I make a suggestion? Pick a clear evening, cart yourself to Eveleigh, find a table in the open air of the back patio, order a fresh-from-the-farmers-market cocktail and the crushed peas with burrata. With a sip and a mouthful, you'll soon remember why you live here. Though, in truth, perhaps I'm not one to give advice. Save for Madrid, I don't know that I'd give up this busy city for any other metropolis.