If you live in the San Fernando Valley, you know the specific brand of “chaos” I’m talking about. It’s the sound of strollers clashing in the Westfield Topanga parking lot and the ambient noise of a thousand toddlers screaming for chicken nuggets at every “family-friendly” establishment within a five-mile radius. Don’t get me wrong—I love my two daughters—but sometimes a woman needs a steak, a Larsen’s stiff drink, and a conversation that doesn’t involve the lore of Roblox.
Enter Larsen’s Steakhouse in Woodland Hills.
Now, I have a complicated history with this place. My husband Brad and I have been here twice in the last year, and to put it bluntly, it was a “Quality Collapse” in real-time. The food was mediocre, and the service felt like they were doing us a favor by letting us pay them. It was a heartbreaking decline for a place that should be a Valley staple. But because I believe in second (and third) chances—and because I really didn’t want to cook—we went back this past week.
Hold onto your wine glasses, folks: Larsen’s is back, and the comeback is delicious.
1. The Larsen’s Cocktail Renaissance (Or: Finding the Missing Buzz)
Let’s start with the most important part of any adult escape: the bar. Lately, I’ve been feeling like restaurants on the Westside have been serving me “Mocktails” disguised as $22 martinis. I’ve had more luck getting a buzz from a lukewarm kombucha than I have from some of the high-priced establishments in Santa Monica lately (looking at you, Red O). I’ll drink two and feel like I’ve just had a very expensive glass of diluted cranberry juice.
At Larsen’s, the bartender apparently understood the assignment. I actually felt a buzz. A real one! It was a nostalgic, beautiful feeling that I haven’t experienced in months. According to the National Institutes of Health (NIH) research on alcohol proofing, the “standard drink” has shifted significantly in commercial hospitality over the last five years due to “pour control” technology. Most places use “precision pours” that prioritize profit margins over the guest experience. Larsen’s, however, seems to still believe in the classic American pour.
Brad and I sat there, actually relaxing, without the background noise of a “Kid’s Menu” crayon being snapped in half nearby. It was the first sign that this night was going to be different. When the gin hit the back of my throat and the warmth started spreading, I knew the “Valley Chaos” had officially been locked outside.
2. The Larsen’s Filet Mignon Sashimi: The Hero We Didn’t Know We Needed
If you are looking for something “unique and special,” look no further. We started with the Filet Mignon Sashimi. I know what you’re thinking: “Ginger, isn’t that just raw meat?”
Yes, it is. And it is glorious. It’s thin, buttery, and seasoned with a precision that made me want to go back into the kitchen and hug the chef. In the world of fine dining, this is known as carpaccio-style preparation, and according to the Culinary Institute of America (CIA), the key to safe and delicious raw beef service is the “Cold Chain” integrity—ensuring the meat never rises above 40°F during preparation.
Larsen’s hit the mark perfectly. Most places over-season raw beef to hide a lack of quality, but here, the beef was the star. It was a sophisticated start that practically shouted, “You are an adult, and you deserve nice things.” It’s the kind of dish you can’t share with a toddler because, frankly, they wouldn’t appreciate the marbling, and it’s far too good to end up on a bib.
3. The Larsen’s Service Redemption: From Mediocre to Masterful
I have to address the service because that was where Larsen’s failed us in the past. There is nothing that ruins a $300 dinner faster than a waiter who acts like you’re an inconvenience. During our last two visits, we felt rushed, ignored, and eventually, just annoyed.
This time? Night and day. Our server was a pro—the kind of professional who knows when to refill your water without interrupting your conversation about our upcoming trip to the Venetian. According to Cornell University’s School of Hotel Administration, high-quality service in fine dining is measured by “anticipatory hospitality.” Our server didn’t just take orders; they managed the pace of the meal perfectly. We didn’t feel like they were flipping the table, which is a rare luxury in 2026.
4. The Main Event: 6 Ounces of Pure Perfection
For the main course, I went with the 6-ounce Prime Dry-Aged Filet Mignon. I usually struggle with those 12-ounce monsters that look like a small roast on your plate. This 6-ouncer was the Goldilocks of steaks: just right.
It was cooked to a perfect medium-rare—pink, warm, and yielding. I ate the whole thing. Every. Single. Bite. The dry-aging process is what sets this apart. As noted by the USDA Food Safety and Inspection Service, dry-aging allows natural enzymes to break down the connective tissue in the muscle, which leads to a more tender texture and a concentrated, nutty flavor profile.
Across the table, Brad was tackling the American Wagyu Ribeye. Now, for the uninitiated, American Wagyu is a crossbreed between Japanese Wagyu and continental breeds. As noted by the American Wagyu Association, this results in a steak that has the intense marbling of Japanese beef but the robust “beefy” flavor of American cattle. Watching Brad eat that steak was like watching a man rediscover his soul.
5. The Sides: Purple Cauliflower and Hash Brown Heaven
We need to talk about the Purple Cauliflower Gratin. First of all, it’s purple, which makes me feel like I’m eating something from a high-end art gallery. Second, the gratin was rich, creamy, and decadent. We also ordered the Hash Browns, which were crispy enough to be heard three tables over but soft enough on the inside to melt.
This is where the “Things to do without kids” element really comes into play. If I had brought my daughters, they would have looked at the purple cauliflower like it was a science experiment and demanded plain fries. Do not waste this cauliflower on someone who still thinks ketchup is a gourmet dipping sauce. The depth of flavor in the gratin—likely a mix of Gruyère and white cheddar—is a “grown-up” flavor that deserves a silent moment of appreciation.
6. The Grand Finale: Bananas Foster Butter Cake
By the time the dessert menu came out, I was already planning this blog post. Then, the Bananas Foster Butter Cake arrived. Imagine a warm, dense butter cake topped with caramelized bananas and a sauce that probably contains enough sugar to power a small city.
It was excellent. It was the kind of dessert that makes you close your eyes and ignore the world for a solid three minutes. The cake had that slightly crispy edge and the gooey, buttery center that makes you forget every calorie you’ve ever counted. Brad tried to take a “polite” bite, but I’m pretty sure I growled at him.
7. The “No-Kids” Verdict: Protect Your Investment
Can you bring your kids to Larsen’s? Sure. It’s Woodland Hills. There’s a high chair somewhere in the back next to the wine cellar. But should you?
Absolutely not. Larsen’s is a Date Night Sanctuary. It’s a place for high-proof cocktails, raw beef, and expensive butter cake. If you bring the kiddos, you’re going to spend $40 on a steak they won’t finish and $15 on a Shirley Temple that will inevitably end up on the floor.
Don’t waste your money on them here. Take them to a burger joint with a playground and save your Larsen’s budget for a night when you can actually hear yourself think. If you have to bring them, it will be “fun” in the same way that a root canal is “refreshing”—a lot of noise and a very large bill at the end. Protect your investment. Invest in a sitter, leave the Goldendoodle (Barnaby) with Ally, and come here to remember what it’s like to be an adult.
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About the Author
Ginger Graham is the creator of Culinary Passages. As a professional foodie, she knows that the best medicine is usually a dry-aged filet and a cocktail that actually does its job. Ginger is a master of the “no-fluff” review, specializing in luxury experiences for adults who are tired of the “Quality Collapse.” When she isn’t line-brushing her Goldendoodle, Barnaby (who has his own Instagram-worthy grooming routine), or explaining to her husband Brad why they need to go back to the Venetian, she is scouting the best hidden gems in the San Fernando Valley. She believes life is too short for mediocre steak, weak drinks, or dining with people who can’t reach the pedals of a car.
