Baldi: Beverly Hills' Hottest and Most Expensive Steakhouse

Baldi opened inside the former Jean-Georges space at the Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills in February 2026, and it’s already the most talked-about steakhouse in Los Angeles.

The restaurant comes from Edoardo “Edo” Baldi, son of Giorgio Baldi, the celebrity-favorite restaurateur behind the Hollywood elite magnet e.baldi. Edo has taken the soaring midcentury modern dining room that Jean-Georges once occupied and filled it with floating cylindrical metal halos, real olive trees standing between tables, and the warm, woody scent of an olive wood grill working hard somewhere behind the kitchen doors. The space is grand without feeling cold, which is a harder trick to pull off than most designers admit.

It’s also full of famous people. Al Pacino was sitting at the next table during a recent visit, which tells you everything you need to know about who Baldi is courting and who is showing up.

The prices are serious. Appetizers and drinks run steep even by Beverly Hills standards, though the steaks sit roughly in line with what you’d pay at other white-tablecloth steakhouses around Los Angeles. If you’re budgeting, know that you’re walking into Waldorf Astoria territory in every sense of that phrase.

What you get for the money, though, is cooking that earns it.

The crostini al prosciutto ($36) sounds simple: paper-thin cured ham laid across an airy loaf, pillowy mozzarella inside, nutty brown butter over the top. It is simple. It’s also one of the better bites you’ll have this year in the Valley or anywhere near it. The sliced artichokes ($36), paired with shaved fennel and sliced pecorino, taste so purely Italian that you’ll need a few bites before you realize you may have never actually eaten raw baby artichoke before. The Etruscan salad, a crunchy mix of arugula, cabbage, farro, and apple, lands somewhere between a composed Italian course and the best thing on a Roman trattoria table in spring.

Pasta is where Edo’s precision shows up most clearly. The sweet corn tortellini ($45), which Eater LA called a chef’s specialty, arrives in a silken butter sauce with small, sweet, delicate pasta pockets that disappear fast. “He wasn’t wrong,” a server reportedly told a recent diner who asked whether the tortellini was worth it. It is. Order it and don’t expect to share without some negotiation.

The steaks. Right.

The American wagyu New York strip ($145) comes from Snake River Farms, a detail the menu specifies directly, along with the ranch sources for other cuts. That transparency matters in a city where provenance gets talked about constantly but rarely delivered on the plate. The strip arrives with a peppery seared crust carrying strong wood-grill aromas that lean closer to Texas barbecue than to anything Italian, which is a fascinating and successful tension. The meat is tender enough that the knife becomes optional. A lemon wedge on the plate cuts through the fat with just a few drops of juice.

Save room. The pancake soufflé ($48) arrives in a cast-iron pan with two stacked, pillowy pancakes that have a texture most brunch spots spend their whole existence chasing. A strawberry Grand Marnier sauce and vanilla ice cream round it out without going too sweet.

Worth noting.

Not cheap.

Those two facts coexist at Baldi in a way that doesn’t feel like a rip-off, which puts it ahead of more than a few Beverly Hills restaurants that charge the same prices and deliver far less. Edo’s cooking is elemental in the best sense. He’s not layering on techniques to justify a price tag. He’s sourcing well, grilling over olive wood, making butter sauces that taste like butter sauces, and letting the ingredients hold the room.

For those of us who spend our evenings on Magnolia Park or San Fernando Boulevard, a trip to the Waldorf Astoria doesn’t happen on a Tuesday. But if you’re planning a dinner worth dressing up for, or looking for a place that will handle a celebration without making you feel like a tourist in your own city, Baldi makes a strong case. The Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills address once meant Jean-Georges, and that was a hard act to follow. Edo Baldi followed it with a full dining room, olive trees, and a $145 steak that justifies every dollar on the plate.