Dan Tana's Restaurant

A friend of mine worked as a bodyguard for Phil Spector a few years back, and told me about how he would come into this place and approach a woman. He would walk up to their table, introduce himself and ask how much money it would take to go home with him. He would start piling up the hundred dollar bills in front of their faces until it exceeded ten thousand dollars and she could not say no. Being a raging ass munch with a chip on his shoulder, he would frequently start a fight and leave my friend to clean up the mess. Phil was right at home at Dan Tana's. But it is not entirely without merit. You can get Italian American dishes with a Croatian accent and if you are a toad like Spector, you could whip out a pile of cash to get someone to come home with you old school Hollywood style. It is similar to Musso and Franks but less of a tourist trap. The chicken vesuvius with a side of spaghetti is not bad, the scampi is better, but watching the dynamics of the room is the best.

Pacific Dining Car

If I were reviewing the breakfast exclusively, I would have given them a perfect rating. The banana and pecan pancakes, Eggs Blackstone, fried potatoes, and the muffins are spectacular. The breakfast cooks know how to cook your eggs a perfect over medium or however you desire them and the coffee is first rate. The steaks are just plain hunks of dead, unseasoned cow flesh and that $55.00 price on the menu makes you think surely they must jest. On a brighter note, the creamed spinach is one of my favorite sides anywhere and the fried potatoes are similar but not identical to the ones that come from my own kitchen. If you are alcoholic, you can get a proper but expensive fix here. If you puke on your shirt in the bathroom, nod off on dilaudid, if the prostitute you came in here with starts to become belligerent and disputes her fee, or you and your friends are coming down slowly from acid, they aren't going to mind. Your money is still green here. Lots of high powered attorneys, judges and other assorted assholes routinely clog their arteries with Hollandaise Sauce in this dining room. If you were a fly on the wall, you would find this place very entertaining.