I had a ring that I could not get off for the life of me. I heard that fire stations had ring…read morecutters so I stopped at this one and rang the doorbell. Not only did they come right away, but they cut my ring off for me , and were SO nice about it. So thank you! Also....BONUS!! these firemen were easy on the eyes!

Firefighting is really hard work. I wanted to write this review to revive some of the attention…read morethat have died related to the recent wildfires, in hopes that folks will donate $$ to their foundation and support these firefighters in our city. LAFD Fire Station 58 is located on a slight bend on south Robertson, south of the Beverly Hills city limits, where traffic can get quite fast if the light is green. It's near the Robertson library and not far from where I work. So when I got a repeat side gig to watch a kid nearby for a couple of hours one early evening, I thought of the fine firefighters down the street, a slurpee at 7-Eleven across the street and the rest of the time at the library for a great time. 9 times out of 10 when I drive by, Station 58's garage door is closed but unlucky for them, they left their garage door open. Aside from hearing the sirens so much that I've kind of tuned them out altogether, I learned that this is a very active fire station not only because of the area of land they cover but also because central Dispatch would send their units all over the city. While we were there, an ambulance had to do a tandem shuffle and then go to LAX in rush hour traffic. Size-wise, it is nowhere as big as Beverly Hills' Headquarters but comparable to some of the LA fire stations from Brentwood to Koreatown that I have seen. Personnel-wise, here they have a female firefighter! And she is Asian! Doubly rare... and she was pretty cool. I learned that most firefighters will opt to use the stairs at this station if it's not a super duper urgent call because the landing from sliding down the pole hurts their knees and feet. I wonder why they don't install better padding at the bottom? Anyway, it was a short visit because EVERYONE got called out. At the end, it was me and the boy all alone in an empty fire station garage, so we walked ourselves out. Anyway, the year is almost over so make a donation to firefighters and write it off on your taxes!

Thank you Captain James for being such a great human being when you helped our family today. You…read morewere very very supportive and went above and beyond any expectations. You made a difference on people's lives when during a very difficult time. Your service and kindness are much appreciated. Thank you Rescue 58 and Captain James!

I would like to thank the paramedics that helped me today 12/12/25…read moreSo kind and patient. I would like to send message, but no luck on website. God bless the kind paramedics that have come to my service. In times of distress. Merry Christmas to the two young men.

I can't find a location more general, since this is the Valley I'll leave this here. I am generally…read morevery impressed with LAFD. I'm hoping this is an isolated incident. I saw something disturbing the other night. At 4:30am I was stopped at the light at Riverside and either Vineland or Lankershim, can't remember, I was looking at the homeless encampment under the overpass when a Fire Dept. ambulance or paramedic box truck traveling south entered the underpass area slowed down and started blaring its sirens, no lights, zigzagged from one side to the other, then turned off the siren as soon as it exited. All a mean-spirited attempt to annoy those sleeping in tents. I did not get a truck number, wish I had. Is this sanctioned or tolerated behavior? If yes, it is shameful. If not, since I didn't get a truck number, you might want to put the word out that many in the community would be offended by this behavior.

The firefighters were so kind and sweet with my daughter. Definitely a station that has great…read morehumans!

There are 2 Fire Station 27 next to each other. The old one turned into the Los Angeles Fire…read moreDepartment Museum next door (address shows Cahuenga but you enter from Cole Ave or De Longpre) and this Fire Station 27 is the newer and active fire station. I was babysitting this kid taking him to the Fire Museum next door but they were about to close and the kid haven't had enough of fire stuff for the day. The only way to get him away from the doors so that the museum can close was to call his attention to the fire truck heading towards this station. We kept a distance away on the curb from the station garage doors. I was hoping the crew would wave to the kid (and he waves back enthusiastically), then close the door and then I would drive him home. Firefighters need their rest from getting called out all the time! But, the captain was incredibly kind to call to us while helping the truck back into the station, and invite us in. What gave away his rank was that his uniform differed in color from the rest of the crew and the crew didn't disperse as soon as the garage door came down. They watched their boss present. The captain also later confirmed his rank in conversation. I thought it was funny that the captain grilled the kid pretty hard. I'm not sure what milestones kids are supposed to reach at certain ages but this kid is not quite 4 years old yet he was able to answer all of captain's questions correctly. They were actually a bit technical for a preschooler! But then, when asked "what do firefighters do in their downtime when not out on a call?" the kid answered, "start a fire." ROFL. Not sure if the kid is going to grow up to be a firefighter or a comic. We got to see the different trucks (engine, truck, pumper), some of the insides of said trucks (who knew that besides the extremely long ladder of a tiller truck there are also a half dozen ladders inside of various lengths?), and what the mobile command center (back of the battalion chief's truck) looks like. It's not just physical work of putting out a fire. Firefighting involves physics and technology - it gets more interesting as I learn more about it. I won't be back so that these guys can have their peace and do their jobs saving lives and structures. Next time, I'll probably take this kid to the police station just around the block from here, bother them instead. I'm grateful to Station 27 for the welcoming and educational experience!

We stopped by around 11 AM, but they were conducting training that day. They suggested we come back…read morelater, so we returned in the early afternoon and were able to get a tour of the fire station. I must give a huge shout-out to Missy. She is a wonderful ambassador for the BHFD. She was our tour guide and gave our family a very thorough tour of the main station house in BH. She was super patient, easy-going, and friendly! We were lucky to have her give us a tour! Our son got to "play" inside an ambulance, fire engine, and a fire truck. He was on cloud nine! They offer tours from 10 AM to 11:30 AM and 1 PM to 4 PM. Take a tour, you won't regret it!

Came here for a blood drive. The space itself is so clean and easy to navigate. It was really cool…read morehaving the city host inside the fire department. We were able to see the firemen go down the pole and off to their emergency. They had an old style fire truck inside as well. Def appreciated the exclusive sneak peak during this blood drive. Shout out to them for all they do!

i called them for aid but they said i called the wrong one without even helping me find the correct…read moredepartment. i have a recording of the call.

Just called the station to help with a main water pipe issue and they were beyond helpful. At my…read morehouse within five minutes, completely fixed the problem and helped with an plumbing issue. Great job, all with a great attitude - thank you guys for your great station.

The most amazing group of firefighters! We are so fortunate to have these dedicated and kind…read moreindividuals n our community!

These brave, focused, professional, skilled, calm men came to my house to remove a rattlesnake that…read morehad decided to live on my front porch. They knew what to do and did it. Thank you!! Well done!!

It was the 4th of July and I was planning to have some friends over to watch the fireworks on the…read moreroof of my building (5000 S. Centinela is the BEST place to watch the 4th of July fireworks!). I decided to ask Paula, my 84-year-old housekeeper to help me get it ready for the party. She was also going to make my boyfriend's favorite dish (Chilaquiles) for breakfast, so I told her I would pick her up from her place and we would go to the market to get whatever she needed for the Chilaquiles and I'd pick up what I needed for the party. We got to my apartment (I live on the 2nd floor of an apartment complex that has 3 floors) and instead of taking the stairs, like I usually would do, I parked in the temporary parking space next to the elevator for when you have groceries or heavy stuff to take to your apartment. After I'd carried in the groceries I held the door open for Paula (who walks--very slowly--with the help of a cane) who hesitated briefly, but then made her way onto the elevator without a word. My dog, Pywng!, got on the elevator last and walked directly to the back of the car, away from the doors which scare him. I'd not been able to pick his leash up because I was carrying the last of the groceries and I didn't realize it was caught in the door until it was too late. Then suddenly he was dragged by his leash across the floor to the corner where the edge of the door was. I screamed because I thought his neck would be broken or that he'd be choked but then right as it got to his neck, the piece of his leash that attaches to his collar snapped with a metallic "Penk!" sound. Then there was a louder, mechanical "Chonk!" sound from somewhere deep in the elevator shaft and we stopped moving. Pywng! yelped and jumped up into my arms and I cried with relief that he'd survived such a terrifying and close call and gave him kisses and made sure he had no serious injuries. (Thankfully, he was 100% okay.) "O dios mio!!" Paula exclaimed, and started to look around desperately for some sort of emergency exit. She does not speak English but it was evident that she believed were going to suffocate if we didn't get out immediately. I tried to reassure her that we were going to be fine, that there were vents supplying us air so we would not run out of oxygen. She was dubious and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "Whatever." I took out my cell phone and called the number on the elevator panel. The person on the other couldn't have been more blase and uninterested in doing her job. "You know it's the 4th of July, so we're short-staffed. It's gonna be at least 3 or 4 hours, maybe more." "3 or 4 hours?" I shrieked, "That's ridiculous! You need to get someone here now! There is an elderly woman who's got a heart condition in here with me, and she is in distress!" The woman said, "Sorry. If it's an emergency, you need to call 911." (No one ever showed up or even called me to ask me if everyone had made it out of the elevator ok. Talk about crappy customer service--you take the cake, elevator emergency service line!) So I called 911 and told them what the situation was, and the dispatcher told us that she'd get the fire department and paramedics (I was 99% sure that Paula was going to have a heart attack; she kept clutching her chest and when she would take a drink out of her (now nearly empty) coffee cup, her hands shook violently) out to us right away. She didn't mention even once that it was the 4th of July, or act like it was a total inconvenience that we needed to be rescued. She offered to stay on the line til help arrived, which I declined. Paula then phoned her grandson, Eloi, and told him she was stuck in an elevator and "probably going to die, with the crazy white lady with the little dog" but that it was okay because she'd had "a good life" and him to love. "We're not going to die," I shouted to Eloi, who speaks English, "Don't worry! We'll get out of here soon!" Fiesty as ever, Paula grumbled good bye to her grandson and snapped her flip phone shut. Within 20 minutes we could hear the sirens of the fire engine and ambulance, within 45 minutes we could hear them shouting to us, letting us know they were trying to get us out, within 1 hour they had the doors open and were talking to us, telling us exactly how they were going to get us out of there. (They had to lower the elevator down to the first floor because if we tried to get out when the car was between floors and the elevator started moving we could be cut in half!) It was clear though, that they genuinely cared about us and they worked incredibly hard to get us out quickly and safely. Apparently the reason there was a delay was because they didn't have the key to the door where the elevator control panel was so they had to break down the door with an axe! I have nothing but love and respect for the Culver City Fire Department! And thanks to them Paula and I were fine, although it was then I learned that that was Paula's first ride in an elevator!!!

Early Sunday morning September 18, 2016 my wife had to call 911 and have first…read moreresponders/CCPD/paramedics come to our house. I had fainted and experienced a small seizure - definitely reason to call 911. The dispatcher was amazing and very helpful according to my wife. Thank you.... Regarding the kickass, amazing, respectful guys who came to help: I cannot thank you enough. I've always been in awe of how hard your jobs are and thankfully I've never personally needed your services. But it's a great relief to know you're there, you do a remarkable job and you were so respectful and helpful. Because we don't say it enough ---- THANK YOU. A million times over. ~Kim