Born and Raised

Step into Born and Raised, and you’re swept into a fever dream of old-school luxury repackaged for the Instagram age—a shrine to steak where Art Deco flourishes meet a kinetic downtown buzz. The ground floor seduces with glitzy chandeliers, polished brass, and marble that seems to hum with the ghosts of 1920s supper clubs. Upstairs, breezes carry the murmur of San Diego’s Little Italy as you sip cocktails on the rooftop, city lights flickering in your periphery. This is a place built to dazzle: tableside Caesar salads assembled with theatrical flair; gleaming carts wheeled between tufted booths; steaks—dry-aged, bone-in, perfectly charred—served on hefty platters. The menu pays homage to tradition but isn’t afraid to riff. Burgundy snails on toast, decadent hash browns crowned with roe, and an indulgent steak sampler that bridges American bravado with Japanese wagyu finesse. Desserts are over-the-top (seven-layer carrot cake or build-your-own sundaes), and even a complimentary macaron arrives at the meal’s end as a final wink. Born and Raised is no secret—reservations are snapped up by visitors and locals alike who dress up (or down) for milestone dinners or date nights that spiral late into the evening. The service oscillates between polished attentiveness and occasional front-of-house snags under pressure, especially during peak hours when the place pulses with anticipation. This isn’t just a steakhouse; it’s a stage for celebration, where birthdays are toasted in leather booths and the city skyline becomes part of your feast. For those craving spectacle alongside substance—and willing to pay for it—Born and Raised delivers both, anchoring its corner of Little Italy as a magnet for revelers chasing a taste of grandeur.