American Girl Place

"Ignore every voice in your head telling you not to make a reservation. A weekend lunch at American Girl Cafe is one of North America's great dining experiences. And even if you show up with one friend, your party will fill out quickly thanks to The Wall Of Forgotten Dolls, a haunted loaner collection that’ll happily split bread with you. Is the food amazing? Of course not. But you’ll also get a multi-course extravaganza of soft drinks, cinnamon rolls, a three-tiered afternoon tea stand, toasted ravioli, an entree of your choice, and dessert—for only $27. In this town, that’s a small price to pay for taking yourself a little less seriously." - brant cox, sylvio martins, nikko duren

"It's unclear whether or not there are ghosts at American Girl Place in the Westfield Century City. We've never seen one. That said, this is one of the most terrifying dining settings in LA. The restaurant is inside a doll emporium where children make appointments at fake day spas so Samantha can get a body scrub. It’s the city's only year-round haunted house. If you don't have a plastic child in your possession already, you can grab one from The Wall Of Forgotten Dolls to keep you company while you eat the cafe's famed "Best-Ever Chicken Tenders." Chucky walked so these girls could run." - brant cox

"Turns out the only way to get your child to listen to anything you say is to put them at a table with career-driven plastic dolls. Good news is, the American Girl Cafe exists. Located on the second floor of a giant toy emporium at the Westfield Century City, this pastel pink-colored cafe is the ideal place to keep your offspring entertained while you dissociate from your body for 90 minutes. Is the food amazing? Of course not. But for $27 you get a multi-course extravaganza of soft drinks, cinnamon rolls, a three-tiered High Tea stand filled with fruit skewers, cucumber and cheese bites, meatballs, and toasted ravioli, an entree of your choice, and dessert. That’s a value even stuck-up Samantha would approve of." - brant cox

"Standing in front of American Girl Cafe in Westfield Century City, the body starts to tingle. “Is this happening? Am I sharing chicken tenders with dolls today? Am I even allowed to?” Naturally, the prospect of eating inside a store that charges for doll hair blowouts inspires peculiar, even , anxieties. Give into the unseriousness of dining at the Smithsonian of career-oriented dolls. You're allowed to enjoy it ironically  and  sincerely—even as a childless adult, even while swallowing food that is, at best, edible. This is not news to millennial mothers or eight-year-olds, but American Girl—and their branded cafe chain—is still doing big business. The days of stuck-up Samantha, simple Molly, a suitcase, and a dream may be gone, but that’s only because there’s a whole damn universe now. LA’s revamped American Doll Place sells $115 plastic children of all types: elven princesses, goth girls, and workout dollies judging you for skipping their pilates class. Any of these ladies can be your guest of honor at the cafe upstairs, where staff members provide clip-on chairs so your unblinking vinyl daughter can join you at the table. In case purchasing a trust fund-coded ski doll whose bio reads, “can walk right from school to the slopes” isn’t a priority, we recommend snagging a free one from The Wall Of Forgotten Girls. This is a haunted loaner collection that even Sid from Toy Story would walk away from. It’s with this same chaos that you should approach the cafe’s food, which doesn’t taste good but is strangely cost-effective. For $27 per person, you get a multi-course extravaganza of soft drinks, cinnamon rolls, a three-tiered High Tea stand filled with fruit skewers, cucumber and cheese bites, meatballs, and toasted ravioli, an entree of your choice, and dessert. could never. Are some of the ravioli a little frozen? Of course. Would the personal pan pizza lose in a blind taste test to 7-Eleven’s version? Yes. If either of those truths bother you while sitting on the second floor of a toy store, you’ve lost the plot.  Whether you’re an adult without the urge to procreate or you're arriving with children, the point of eating at this pastel haunted house is to have fun. And everyone who works here is in on the gag. Don't expect a holier-than-thou waitstaff trained to make sure patrons respect the history of The Brand. Servers will happily take cursed photos of you and your borrowed “Bitty Baby” with bite marks on its scalp. They’ll cackle as you give your adolescent doll pretend sips of sparkling rosé, and then scold her for glugging too hard (teens will be teens!). They’ll refill your margarita and recount wild stories of diners past—Bitty got those bite marks somehow. If there’s any part of you that’s curious about the American Girl Cafe, don’t second guess it. Despite the restaurant’s obvious target audience, the 90-minute break from reality serves nostalgic adults, too. So go all in. Get weird. Bring your offspring, or don’t. Enjoy the irony. Because, in this town, $27 is a small price to pay for taking yourself a little less seriously. " - Brant Cox