Memories of being on the scene.
Mastro’s in Beverly Hills is one of those quintessential places to be on any given night of the week. When I lived in LA, it was on my go-to list. I wasn’t alone. The restaurant, which TMZ called the Rat Pack-y enclave in the heart of Beverly Hills just up a block on Canon Drive from Wolfgang Puck’s Spago, was even a haunt for the Entourage gang.
While Mastro’s is known as a pricey steakhouse, I got around that by ordering an appetizer (or two) and a drink. Sadly, my garlic shrimp appetizer and a glass of Napa Valley Silver Oak could easily run me over $50 – even a budget-conscious night out at Mastro’s was never a bargain. Still, with the piano player, the occasional celebrity and the ever-present odd fellow at the bar, Mastro’s was worth the price of admission.