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Multiculturalism Aborning: The View from the San Gabriel Valley

On a recent trip to Los Angeles, I had the opportunity to visit a pizza parlor in the eastern suburb of Monterey Park that my parents used to take me to as a kid. I hadn't been to the place in years, and when I sat down, I had to smile at the memories it brought back. The place was still dark and dingy but smelled great, the tables and chairs were the same heavy, dark, beat-up wood, and the restaurant still had the knee-high step-stools set up at a picture window facing the kitchen so children could watch the pizzas being made. As I waited for my pizza, though, I became increasingly aware of the many things that had changed over the years. The most apparent was the site of the restaurant itself. Whereas the restaurant in my youth was set off by itself at the foot of an empty hillside that was covered with wild mustard in the spring, now, some forty years later, the place stood in the center of a garishly-lit strip mall of small businesses that was itself part of a small constellation of similarly illuminated store-front clusters, that, based on the signs, were now serving a largely Korean and Chinese clientele. I was aware of how much Monterey Park and environs had become Asian and Asian-American enclaves since the