Lixzette Cruz wanted to work here. She isn’t planning to stay here for long, however. The 21-year-old Cruz attends California State University in Northridge near her home. This is just her version of a side job during her college years.
But why does she make the 30-mile trip south several times a week to work at a small restaurant nestled in Little Tokyo Plaza?
“I’m originally from Downtown LA and I love it here,” she says. “Sometimes it’s okay to work in different cultures, it’s fun. It’s fun to be around something you don’t see all the time.”
Cruz had an upperhand in getting the job because her older cousin is the manager of the restaurant——the person who the two Japanese owners have entrusted with their business that is set to expand next door.
“I know we’re willing to break our backs in the kitchen, or waitressing for people even if they’re rude and I think there’s Hispanics in a lot of the places you wouldn’t expect."
Cruz, like Rosemary Martinez of Yamazaki Bakery, credits her extremities, sign language and the images displayed on the menu for helping her communicate with people who don’t speak Spanish or English.
It’s only fitting that even when giving out her name, she would make it easier and shorter; it’s her expertise.
“Lixzette, she says donning a ‘Las Galas’ apron, ”but you can call me Liz.”
To some Hispanic workers, their job is one that they treasure because of what it means both literally and figuratively. For Areli Ramirez, a clerk at the Family Mart right on East 1st Street, across from the Little Tokyo Plaza, that’s exactly what it is.
“It’s a safe place to work,” she says of Little Tokyo. “The culture was difficult to get used to at first, but now, after working here so often, it’s almost become my second home.”
The market where she works is stocked with everything from ice cream to boba tea to mochi. Rarities like the green tea Oreos stand out amid the canned milk tea and the seaweed crackers. Yet what rarely stands out is a voice—that of Ramirez, who quietly goes about her business daily, avoiding trouble, refusing to make a fuss about anything.
When I asked to talk to her, she requested that I come back later, when her boss was not around. Given that the place hailed as a “family mart” has a minimum credit card purchase of $55 and doesn’t allow people to take pictures, her worries about jeopardizing her job due to answering a few questions in her native language was justified.
“When I moved here, I was just desperate for a job,” she said once her boss had departed. “Sometimes I wish I was working with more people like me, more Hispanics but I had to do what I had to do and I can’t let go of a sure job.”
Michael Beltran patrols the area of the Little Tokyo plaza nearly every weeknight. From his post, he does a round about the vicinity every hour or so. Some nights are livelier than others, he says in Spanish, while eating some fried fish from the nearby Nijiya Market.
“I’ve had to get used to this food,” he notes. “Get used to the people, the culture, the differences.”
It’s a stark contrast from the nearby neighborhood where he resides; a neighborhood he classifies as one of “purely Hispanics.”
Beltran—who has been working here for five years—says he has experienced racist behavior toward him by some Japanese people. He admits he’s gotten used to it, but that he also attempts to calm people down by giving a spiel on equality.
“Once they realize that you’re just like one of them, or that I am a security man, they back down a bit,” he explains as he squeezes the final drops of a lemon onto his fish.
To him, the job is just a job, as he was assigned here by a private company, but he admits that there is plenty of trouble with homelessness and repeated slights of racism toward him where because he is a security man, and because he is Hispanic, he is disrespected by people not of his own race.
Alex Martinez works at Mitsuru Cafe, a well-known, famous restaurant in the middle of Little Tokyo that is known for their showcase of red bean cakes. Walk by on any given day and you will see the owner, a Japanese woman, flipping the round sponges filled with dark, sweet red beans like hotcakes by hand.
If you are enticed by what you see, then stepping into the restaurant will only expose you to the Japanese cuisine this place boasts. The difference being that in the unseen kitchen of the back, it’s people like Martinez and his fellow Mexican compatriots who cook up the Asian-infused chicken or assemble the tightly packed rolls of sushi.
Even if the culture of Little Tokyo was not something directly affecting Martinez, it certainly restricts him. From a tight schedule, to not being allowed to be interviewed, it appears the ownership of the famed cafe is tight-lipped and covert like many of the other business in the area.
Forward, back; slice, stack. Over and over again. Every Wednesday night, while the Korea BBQ restaurant he works at has one, maybe two customers, Alex Portillo takes to the back of the kitchen and slices pounds of meat on his own.
Portillo hails from Mexico, and to him, Japanese, Chinese, Korean—they’re all the same. It’s a job, he says, though at first, getting accustomed to the culture was a trying experience.
“Every Sunday, all day,” he says of his duties. "It’s a bunch of us, we’re all Hispanics just working here in the back of the kitchen.”
This is a commonality among the many business of the area. Japanese and Korean in the front of the house, Hispanics in the back of the house. It’s the hard labor that immigrants have decided to gladly take for a respectable wage. Neither fear of culture, nor apprehension of things unknown matter when all that’s a needed is a paycheck.
From Mexico, to Cuba to El Salvador, Little Tokyo is brimming with Hispanics of all nationalities working 9-to-5 jobs in order to support, advance and survive.
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Click on each person's name for a little more about them.
On a calm Wednesday night in November an African-American woman enters the doors of a Japanese bakery in the heart of Little Tokyo. Looking for a different type of dessert to take home, she points at the vitrine in front of her. Behind the counter is one of the bakery’s attendants of Hispanic descent.
This is Little Tokyo in a nutshell. It’s where cultures intertwines with setting, where people discover a new tradition, a new food or hobby that is outside their own pantheon of knowledge and comfort. It’s where people from one side of the globe can work, play, eat and shop with those from the other side. Where functionality, community and empathy trump cultural differences, and it’s where a gesture can say much words than any words would convey.
Rosemary Martinez recognizes this. Her makeshift sign language is a pulling of the tray, a pointing of the finger or a nod of the head. It’s the way she communicates with the many customers that come to Yamazaki Bakery in a search for an indulgent pastry, a steaming bun or a cup of coffee.
Sign-language has become the language of many in the Plaza. Martinez loves the power it gives her to communicate with customers, the ability to be comfortable in a different culture and even explain some of the Japanese nuances to the Hispanics that frequent Little Tokyo as well. It’s exactly why she chose the job.
“It was different, new, it was fascinating to me. Not like any other bakeries.”
"If you do notice here, there are a lot of Japanese or Asians, but a lot of the people who work in the kitchens are Hispanics ... I think one of the reasons is just we like to work and we’re more willing to do a lot of the jobs that a lot of people are not willing to do."
–- Lixzette Cruz, worker at Las Galas Restaurant
Martinez, who lives nearby in a Hispanic neighborhood, was trying to volunteer for work at Keck Hospital, but she needed a paying side job to be able to live in Los Angeles. A 21-year-old immigrant in one of the biggest cities in the world had many options, different shops, restaurant and places that she sought out for a position. But when it came to picking a mainstay for provision, she did not hesitate to take on the daily late-afternoon shift at Yamazaki Bakery inside the Little Tokyo Plaza.
“I needed a job and decided that this would be an experience I wanted,” she said. “Now I get to tell people what red bean buns are, and I enjoy that."
Calling Yamazaki simply a bakery almost feels like a misnomer, a disservice to the variety of products they provide on a daily basis. Whether it’s the stationed ice cream on the far left, the classic cheesecakes and croissants, the honey-laden Hispanic pastries or the aforementioned steamed pork and red bean buns, one could repeatedly savor their different offerings of multicultural confectionery bliss.
Take the food, take the people and the setting; it’s all a clash of cultural differences that have been sanded and smoothed out over time so that they now fit more and more like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Be it acceptance or assimilation, the influence of an influx of Hispanics into the Little Tokyo area has been on a natural rise over the past decade. It’s not an aberration for the small, 4-acre area, as Los Angeles as a whole has seen their Hispanic population vault to substantial numbers.
Los Angeles County is the country with the highest population of Hispanics and in California as a whole, Hispanics have officially surpassed Whites as of this year, according to the Census Bureau.
The Toy District next door exhibits a clear Hispanic influence from its businesses to its constituents, yet it seems the influences have spilled over next door slowly into Little Tokyo. Look around and you’ll find plenty of its manifestations.
Little Tokyo boasts a plethora of restaurants, shops, markets and businesses that exhibit its Japanese culture. Here are some of the places where some of our aforementioned Hispanic workers are working, dealing with a culture unfamiliar to their own.