You know you're at a San Gabriel restauarant when: you walk into the maggot-infested, shit-covered bathroom to find a slightly-less-than-innocent Asian gangster taking a piss with his hand resting on the hilt of his silver 9mm gun, a not-so-paranoid precaution in the event of an attempted wacking.

The city of angels, the street's my companion. Take me to the place I love, take me all the way. (Five dollar reference)