[gearhead]

I'll sacrifice myself and take that bread pudding with or without raisins. A little rum or bourbon over it ain't bad either.
LA is a surprising mixture of cultures, especially the further south you go. Some of those folks that assume they're Cajun are German. Throw in the Italians, the Canary "islanders", the Creoles, and the Africans, and it's quite the gumbo.
My paternal folks were English with just a little Cajun.
My Dad, his brother, and their sister owned and operated small cafes in Houston just before and after WWII. They ultimately got "real jobs" but that LA based cooking stayed with them.