Big cities are like layer cakes. In Los Angeles, the top layer is composed of people. These individuals, whether native or foreign-born, contribute to L.A.’s eclectic mixture of languages, traditions, and, of course, food, all of which make the city unique and vibrant. The middle layer is L.A.’s system of government and public safety. Though not as exciting as the local culinary delights, Los Angeles clearly needs a mayor and police force (and school board and fire trucks) to keep the city running. But then there are the lesser-known layers of this cake. For some it could be the ostentatious women. For others it may be the cockroaches that invade the streets at night. All the way at the bottom, I have discovered the least delicious portion of my L.A.-layer cake: cantankerous drivers. City driving is no place for the meek.