The pick of an excellent crop of documentaries in last winter's film festival, this is not a portrait of a restaurant critic; director Gabbert is much too smart to have settled for that.
Instead, as the title suggests, she has made a film about the City of Angels as seen through the eyes of a man who knows every thread of its cultural fabric from having eaten his way through it.
Jonathan Gold, the only restaurant critic to have been awarded the Pulitzer Prize, is as good a character as a documentarian could wish for.
Massively overweight, though oddly nimble, even dainty in his movements, bald and long-haired like a freckled David Crosby, he's a former concert cellist who wrote about punk rock before taking a job "celebrating the glorious mosaic of the city on somebody else's dime".
So he drives a dark green Dodge pickup thousands of miles a year along the freeways and boulevards of southern California, mapping the cultural geography of the metropolis through its food neighbourhoods.