In the land of low-carb insanity, it's refreshing to find a place where thick slices of bread and deep-fried potatoes are dished out daily.

At Nate 'n Al's Jewish deli, the only doctor whose opinion counts is the one who might marry your daughter. Despite Beverly Drive's slick makeover in recent years, this landmark has remained the same since 1945. The waitresses are as rough around the edges as the upholstery on the booths; like your bubbe, they don't take any BS, but they're always happy to feed you. Yentas and those who love them meet here for chopped liver, brisket, pastrami or corned beef sandwiches, and latkes. The matzo ball soup is a tad on the salty side, but the waitress would tell you to stop complaining and eat already.