Within the first year of moving to Los Angeles, I worked at a TV production company based in the valley. Unfortunately for us, there were only two places within walking distance for lunch — a donut shop that also sold sandwiches and El Pollo Loco. Being from the northeast, El Pollo Loco was foreign to me since the fast (food) chicken chain only has locations in the southwest and Texas. Cut to lunchtime when my co-worker would head to El Pollo Loco on a routine basis and shout, “Heading to Crazy Chicken, if anyone wants anything!” The kicker? I never got why he’d call it ‘crazy chicken’ until maybe two years later. Si, el stupido!