The world is on fire.
The world is also on fries.
In Los Angeles, that is.
And seeing as the whole shithouse may be finally going up in flames, you may as well abandon all your dietary diffidence to tamp those touchy End Day emotions down with a plate of fried potatoes blanketed in cheese and an entire culture’s worth of culinary touchstones.
Here’s where you can get eleven loaded fries that are anything but French in Southern California.