A special kind of alchemy happens on Crenshaw Tuesdays through Saturdays. Driving with the windows up on Adams and glancing south, you might mistake it for a dumpster fire. But if you let the haze of silver smoke waft through your car, and into your nose, a sensation will overtake you even as your eyes might start to sting: Your heart opens. The delicious smell lets you in to an encounter with the sublime.

— Read more in In praise of the best-smelling food spots in L.A. at Los Angeles Times.