A Dallas import (Hunter Pond's Vandelay Hospitality) that took over the old Underbelly/Georgia James space and turned it into an Old-Hollywood fever dream: red leather, scarlet drapes, foxed mirrors, a piano lounge, and a room engineered to be seen in. Pond is candid that it's "not a steakhouse" despite the dry-aged cuts, wagyu, and sushi — the real draw is the scene, plus crowd-pleasers like the baked Pasta Za Za and loaded Vin Scully fries. Spectacle leads, substance follows, and it knows it. Come for a glamorous date night, not a serious steak dinner.