There is no shortage of steak houses in Los Angeles and while everyone has their preference, I think most can agree Mastro’s is definitely one of the best!
The Shut-Up-and-Give-it-to-Me-Quick Version:
Perfectly cooked steaks with sides that rival the deliciousness of your entrée.
The I-Like-to-be-Wrapped-Up-in-All-the-Details Version:
Mastro’s has various locations, but I have only been to the one in Beverly Hills. This location has 3 floors, the first is pretty crowded and gets very noisy, the second and third (penthouse) can get loud as well because the second has a piano and the third has a DJ. However, these are definitely the better floors. The second seems the most open (this is also where their private room is located) and the third is more hip and youthful.
The service at Mastro’s stands out, it is always very friendly and upscale. The restaurant doesn’t feel pretentious and the atmosphere offers flexibility. Attire is on the dressed up side, I would definitely do heels, but it’s not fancy… I have done a skirt and a nice top with a pair of heels or leggings, heeled boots, a nice top and a leather jacket. Most women are dressed pretty club-like on the 3rd floor, but like I said, the night is what you make it.
Sun – Thurs 5 p.m. – 11 p.m.
Fri – Sat 5 p.m. – 12 a.m.
Lounge Mon – Sun 4:30 p.m. – 1 a.m.
What we ate:
- Bone marrow ($21)
- 18 oz. bone-in filet ($64)
- Creamed corn ($13)
- Green beans ($13)
- Mac and cheese ($13)
- Chocolate covered strawberries
- Butter cake ($16)
The deliciousness starts at the very beginning, their bread bowl was great! Served as you sit down, the warm variety of quality bread was the perfect start to a great meal. As an appetizer we chose the bone marrow (my mom’s go-to), I noticed it was much better served than the bone marrow we had the night before at Tar and Roses (review coming soon). The bone marrow comes with a side of arugula salad, which to be honest was my favorite part (I’m a little obsessed with arugula). The simple nature of the salad and toasted bread allow the bone marrow to stand out. While my family sometimes chooses other cuts, I always go with filet mignon. This time we were all on board and it made it quite easy for our waitress because we just ordered 4 18-oz bone-in filets. I prefer my steaks medium cooked, well I do now (side story below, if you care to read). The steaks are delectable, I mean it just screams orgasm (haha, sorry I couldn’t help myself). It is tender, plump, perfectly medium, and juicy. Each bite is so rich, it’s making my mouth water just thinking about it. We ordered sides, of course, it’s practically half the reason I choose Mastro’s. The green beans are always a must! They probably equal the calorie allotment for the day, but they are too good to pass up. This buttery, nutty perfection complements the steak so well. The green beans are crisp, but not hard and the slivered almonds doused in butter are seriously what dreams are made of. The creamed corn is also delicious, this time I particularly noticed how plump and juicy each one was, every bite was an explosion in your mouth (it kind of reminded me of Gushers… OMG remember those as a kid?!?). The cream wasn’t too heavy and the corn was perfectly sweet and flavorful. While I am a harsh critic of mac and cheese, I enjoy Mastro’s because it is perfectly cheesy, the stringy-ness adds a great texture while the gorgonzola cheese give this side dish a nice aromatic flavor and sharp taste. We undid our pants (figuratively, in order to fit all this food – I swear we are normal sized human beings) and ordered dessert. To be honest, this was my least favorite part of the meal, it might have been because I was stuffed, but I was not impressed with the butter cake, it felt a little fake. By that I mean that it was cloyingly sweet with a brown sugar-like texture. It tasted okay with the ice cream and strawberries, but it wasn’t something I am dying to have again.
I was out with my best friend dining at Koi about 10 years ago (at the time we couldn’t drive so my dad dropped us off and picked us up). After the meal we were in the car and we were describing our meal and I’m not sure how we started the conversation, but we told him that we ordered Kobe beef well done. I kid you not my dad stopped the car and proceeded to go on a rant that started with “WHAT!!!!?!?!?! YOU KILLED IT! YOU RUINED IT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU”! Besides the fact that my palette is more refined, trust me after that day I didn’t even think about the words well-done – ever again!