Back in 1953 there was that pleasant movie Roman Holiday – Audrey Hepburn on a Vespa and that sort of thing. She won the Oscar – she was delicious as the sheltered young princess who sneaks out and discovers the real world – and Dalton Trumbo won the Oscar for the screenplay, although, given his politics, the fellow who fronted for Trumbo got the award. There was that Black List thing, you see. That was all fixed in 1993, when the Academy re-awarded the Oscar in question to Trumbo's widow – Joe McCarthy was long gone and it was finally safe to admit what every in town knew all along, even if Trumbo was long dead by then. Such things happen.
But it should be noted that Hollywood has always been fascinated with all things Italian – it's not just young Audrey Hepburn buzzing around Rome, but all the gangster films with the oddly fascinating Mafia, reaching a peak with the Godfather epic and then the Sopranos. So of course there are ultra-high-end Italian restaurants all over the place and, from the Sunset Strip through Beverly Hills, some days every other car you see is a shiny new Ferrari or Lamborghini – and of course there are the tailored Italian suits and thousand dollar shoes these folks must wear. Italian is good.
So you drive over the hill out back and down into Studio City, turn left on Ventura Boulevard and head west, and things get Italian. Under the sign painter there's the obligatory Ferrari.