


Known for mai tais, prime rib & backyard BBQ, this spot has a tiki bar & Polynesian-themed decor.
Hours
| Friday | 3–10 PM |
| Saturday | 3–10 PM |
| Sunday | 3–10 PM |
| Monday | 3–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 3–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 3–10 PM |
| Thursday | 3–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 317 N Brand Blvd, Glendale, CA 91203
Phone: (818) 507-1510
Website: http://www.damonsglendale.com/
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Reviews
Met some friends here for dinner. First time at this restaurant. This made the list of Glendale’s favorite restaurants.
Started with a beer and tried Elysian hazy IPA. Was good. I liked the salad. Dressing tastes a little like the House of Prime Rib in San Francisco.
Garlic bread was a little burnt and super chewy.
Shared the rib eye steak . Was good. Came with a Side of spinach. I’d try something different next time.
Service was friendly and attentive. Nice little spot that was super busy.
Let’s just cut to the chase—the pastrami at Damon’s is ridiculously good. In a city like Los Angeles, where we treat smoked meat with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious relics, that’s a dangerous thing to say. I’m a fan of the legends—Langer’s, The Hat, you name it—but I’m telling you, this is better. It’s a bold claim, but once you’ve sat in a booth under a thatched roof with a plate of this meat in front of you, you’ll understand.
A Time Capsule of Tiki and Tradition
Tucked away at 317 N Brand Blvd, Damon’s Steak House is a glorious, unashamed throwback. It’s been a Glendale fixture since 1937, and walking through those doors is like stepping into a mid-century fever dream. We’re talking full-tilt tiki: bamboo-lined walls, vibrant tropical murals of island life, and dim, amber-hued lanterns that make you feel like you’re hiding out from the world in a Polynesian hut.
There is a soul to this place that you can’t manufacture. It’s in the giant, glowing salt-water fish tanks and the outrigger canoes hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere is managed by a team that actually gives a damn; the service is exceptional and attentive, delivered by a staff decked out in floral Hawaiian Bermuda shirts that signal you’ve officially left the stress of the city at the door. It’s a masterclass in hospitality that invites you to order a Mai Tai in a ceramic tiki mug, forget what year it is, and settle in for a long, slow lunch.
The Main Event: A Pastrami Masterpiece
While they’ve built their name on “Thick Steaks and Tropical Drinks,” the real secret weapon here is the pastrami. This isn’t just a sandwich; it’s an event. The meat is sliced perfectly—not too thin, not too thick—and piled high with a peppery bark that hits all the right notes. Most importantly, it is tender as hell—almost melt-in-your-mouth tender. It is a masterpiece of construction: loaded with melted Swiss cheese, tangy coleslaw, and a generous swipe of Russian dressing, all held together by warm, toasted rye.
It’s a visceral, messy, beautiful thing. This isn’t just about the sandwich, though; it’s the whole spread. It arrives with their signature chopped salad—a local legend in its own right—or a bowl of soup, alongside a mountain of crisp shoestring fries. Compared to the heavyweights across LA, Damon’s version has a specific kind of magic. It’s the underdog that shows up and knocks the champion out in the first round.
Beyond the Sandwich
The menu runs deep with those retro-steakhouse classics that satisfy a very specific kind of craving. You’ll find their famous garlic toast, thick-cut steaks, and the kind of salads that remind you why “old school” became a compliment in the first place. And of course, you cannot leave without exploring the bar. The drinks are cold, strong, and served with a garnish of pure nostalgia.
The Verdict
In a world that’s constantly trying to be “new” and “minimalist,” Damon’s is a loud, colorful, and deliciously defiant reminder of what makes dining out great. It’s not just a meal; it’s a sanctuary. If you find yourself in Glendale and you haven’t experienced this pastrami yet, you’re doing it wrong. Go for the kitsch, stay for the meat, and thank me later.
I got toasted garlic bread as appetizers and I had to ask them to put them on the oven once more because it was all waterly and it tasted so bad and the last thing it had was parmesan cheese or garlic butter is truly disappointed to come here and expect each plate almost $40 and the food flavor is just something that they don’t have also they don’t have a fast waiter my waiter was taking forever he was so distracted it literally visited our table only once every 40 minutes and to be honest it was not good flavor.
Do no recommend it.
I only liked the soup. But is not worth it at all.