It’s a scorching hot Tuesday afternoon in Huntington Park, and a stalled-out Toyota Prius is blocking the middle of a strip mall parking lot that may be home to one of the best fried chicken dishes in California.
“I’ll help you,” a Honduras Kitchen manager yells in Spanish to the obviously embarrassed driver of the Prius.
Me and my nephew quickly join, only to discover you can’t really push a dead 2007 Prius no matter how many leg days you’ve banked—because there is no easy way to put it in neutral.
