"“Just do a steakhouse.” You turn 36, and apparently, the only place you’re allowed to eat anymore is a boring meat chamber. Skip all that and go to Taylor’s. This LA staple has been around since the 1950s, serving giant cuts at reasonable prices in an old-school environment (get ready for big red booths). The waitstaff is sassy, everyone dining here is in a big group, and the bar makes some of our favorite Manhattans in town." - Brant Cox
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