"The old-school spots that remind us of old Frank Sinatra hangouts are largely concentrated in Hollywood and Weho—except for Dear John’s, the resurrected steakhouse on Culver Blvd. with Old Hollywood vibes. The drinks are strong, and the food goes beyond just steak and martinis. There’s a bone-in chicken parm, fried and stuffed with mozzarella, and a perfectly briny tableside Caesar served by a person dressed like an old-timey butler. It’s also one of the darkest restaurants in LA, which preserves the illusion that Frank could be just down the bar throwing down martinis." - brant cox, sylvio martins, garrett snyder, cathy park