To the side of a small San Fernando Valley strip mall off Sherman Way, in a small shack with large Armenian lettering, you'll find two golden spits inside, pork roasting as they revolve, and dripping with marinade as the pork fat sweats over their charred ends.
The spit master shaves thick, meaty chunks onto a flat top grill next to them, where he proceeds to sear it more as he slices. He dices the pork shawarma into crunchy bits before wrapping it all in a big piece of lavash, grilling the whole thing slightly in a panini press, and serving this hefty mass of flavor that could easily feed two for only 12 dollars.
The small restaurant has a strong Armenian 'Sopranos' vibe. There are gentlemen in sweats or tracksuits chain-smoking outside; the only language you hear is Eastern Armenian.