When The Monster first arrived in LA (right about the time when these newfangled things called automobiles were introduced but definitely before the advent of selfies and memes) he lived on the border of MDR/Venice in a place best remembered for the mirrored closets that never opened properly and ants that took up residence in the kitchen and never left. He had a horrid job that involved a Chevy S-10 pick-up with no air conditioning, a worse haircut and nothing even close to resembling a life.
Right across the way was a place called Killer Shrimp. A place The Monster would hobble over to in order to escape the drudgery of his life and eat said killer shrimp while quietly mumbling to himself. It is one of if not the first places The Monster ever remembers eating at in LA. And so it is fitting that the very last restaurant to be covered on FTM (more on this later) is Killer Shrimp.