Cheech and Chong's "Up in Smoke" is simply one of the funniest films ever made. Even as someone who never smokes pot and harbors resentment to pretty much every aspect of "Stoner culture", I know a comedy classic when I see one and "Up in Smoke" absolutely qualifies. As funny, original and quotable as "Up in Smoke" is, my single favorite thing about it is it's use of Los Angeles. Both Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong in their roles as "Pedro" and "Man" embody a pair of archetype characters who are uniquely Los Angeles and the film does a great job of giving the viewer a guide to cool and iconic locations around the city. The opening scene takes place on the Pacific Coast Highway, the climax at The Roxy on the Sunset Strip and many other classic Los Angeles locations are visited in-between. 
     As much as I love this uniformally hilarious movie, something may very well happen at the end of the month that will make it very difficult for me to ever watch it again. 

Check out the opening shot of this classic scene. Someone has translated it into some crazy foreigner language, but you get the idea:
     When you watch this particular shot, take a look to the left side of the frame. Once you get past the 60 cents-a-gallon gas (I know, seriously), you get a look at one of my favorite places in all of the city. This intersection has actually changed very little over the last three decades. That Unocal 76 station is still there, the 7-11 across the street is still there.... 
... and, for the time being, Henry's Tacos is still there.
       I have grown up eating Henry's Tacos and I am happy to say that in their 50th year in business, their food remains as unchanged as their unique, art deco facade.  My personal favorite, the combo burrito, has always had a unique flavor to it. It has a combination of flavors that I can't quite describe, but highly recommend. I don't really know what's in it and I don't care. I have taken bags of them with me on road trips, I've taken them on planes for equally obsessed friends who now live out of state, I even once, upon request, took a photo of the building to mail to a friend who was feeling homesick for it. Any fan of regional mexican food that you just can't get anywhere else owes it to themselves to try Henry's Tacos.
At least, while they can.
     At the end of the month, Henry's Tacos loses it's lease and their landlord has stated that he may not renew it. The owner's attempts to have it qualify as a historical landmark have so far not helped. If it was up to me, I'd have the entire place moved into a nice, busy corner of the Smithsonian. Actually, scratch that. If they moved there, I could never get to go there as much as I like.  
     As someone whose O.C.D extends to food as much as it does anything else, I view the possible (probable?) closing of Henry's Tacos as nothing short of a tragedy. Having gone there several times a week while in high school, I have amassed more fond memories that take place on those wooden benches than I'd like to admit. I don't know what could possibly be put in it's place if it goes away, but I can't picture anything taking it's place, either emotionally or spatially. 
     If you're in town, please stop by, get a yellow paper package filled with delicious. They're at 11401 Moorpark st. in North Hollywood. They have a petition you can sign. Can't make it? Sign this:
     You'd be doing favors for me, yourself and the rest of the Los Angeles population at large.
Plus, I'd really like to be able to watch that  scene from "Up in Smoke" again without uncontrollably weeping like the sissy that I only occasionally admit that I am.