California may love a shiny new idea, but I have a soft spot for the places that look trends in the eye and politely keep doing what works.
One night, after a long day of zigzagging through traffic and bad decisions, I ducked into a steakhouse booth and felt my brain unclench like it had finally found the “off” switch.
That is the magic of old-school California steakhouses, where dark wood, red booths, and servers who move with quiet confidence make the whole experience feel reassuringly unbothered…