Every time I visit Porto’s, I am confronted with several issues. One is the massive crush of people that are invariably waiting in line for their delicious cakes, pastries and sandwiches. The other is the extreme amount of weight I gain after every delicious outing at this fine establishment. I am not a religious person, but as I bite into their delicious Cuban confections, particularly their fried potato balls, I become convinced that intelligent design is wholly possible. Then, I see the state of affairs on the 405 freeway during rush hour and my agnostic suspicious are once again aroused.