Paris is the city of lights. L.A. is the city of signage.
Between vinyl banners advertising real human hair and cash advances, twisted metal pointing your way to the freeway, and squads of popping-and-locking inflatables, one sign leapt out at us on La Cienega: Pizz’Alif French Tacos & Pizza.
The natural next question: what in the holy hell is a French taco? We pressed forward into Beverly Hills to find out.
