Fussy gourmets will go to shocking lengths to get the best, e.g., mining the feces of Indonesian weasels for the world's finest coffee beans. Hardcore tamale fans have it easier -- they only have to journey to Mama's Hot Tamales.
Located in former open-air market and "business man" paradise MacArthur Park, Mama's boasts a 100-item menu so fierce, even the rice & beans'll make you drop to your knees and thank your Maker for not outsourcing your gastrointestinal tract to shady, lead-paint-happy Chinese subcontractors. But it's the tamales that'll burrow into your heart, made from scratch every day using family recipes culled from exotic locales like Mexico, Central and South America, and...MacArthur Park. Pork and beef are the standbys, but you can up the ante with offerings like "The Honduras" (chicken, potatoes, olives, raisins, rice) and "The Peru" (spinach, mushroom, garlic, onions) -- far more popular options than "The Guyana" (messianic preacher, gullible followers, Kool-Aid of dubious quality).
Mama's is lunch-only, but they do offer catering, both of the typical variety (you pay them to bring you food) and the atypical: they'll set up shop at your home/office parking lot/gala honoring visiting Indonesian weasel miners; all you have to do is make sure your guests wash their hands.