The Galley is a blitzkrieg of flashing lights and overabundance on Santa Monica's Main Street. If you manage to find a barstool under the bamboo awning, prepare for an early night; the drinks at the Galley are poured with an iron fist, and prices are remarkably reasonable, given the electricity bill. Even though it opened in 1934, the Galley isn't quite the type of place to go and get quietly lost inside a porterhouse steak and a stiff drink. Instead, it's a dreamland oasis of fun, boozy conversations with 20-somethings and old-timers alike. Tucking into a booth to share a 30-ounce Plank Special sirloin steak doesn't feel dark and mysterious, or even dusty and ancient. It just feels right.