This time-warp steakhouse serves food arguably better than Musso and Frank's, though it's lesser known.

Red pleather booths, white linens and stiff martinis: Get the picture? Taylor's feels like the dining room of a Midwestern country club, except here the aging patrons are increasingly joined by neighborhood Koreans and gay men. The steaks rock, plain and simple, and the burger is among LA's finest. (We recommend the London broil, a choice the rushed-but-good staff has been known to agree is best.) The rarely frequented mezzanine bar has just a handful of seats, making it ideal for a clandestine date.