When we lived in LA we often went to a little Italian place in Van Nuys that was awesome. It was tiny, one cook, two hot waitresses and cheap prices. The night before we moved back to Texas we went there to eat. When we told the owner we were moving he gave us “our last supper” for free.
About a year later I asked a friend if he was still going to that restaurant and he told me the guy got busted for selling drugs. Apparently the restaurant was a front.
Thanks for the story. Me and my Gf do our best to discover small restos that no one found out yet. I’m not a “wait in line to get in” kind of guy. I was in-line more than a few times and our group ended up going to In N Out instead.