Just around the corner from Spago in Beverly Hills is a terrific little establishment named E. Baldi. (It’s the sister restaurant of just about the best place to eat in Los Angeles, Giorgio Baldi.) I had the amazing garganelle with meat sauce tonight, and didn’t realize until I was walking out the door that I had spent the last hour sitting about five feet away from Leonardo DiCaprio. He was wearing a Red Sox cap and I almost stopped to tell him I thought it sucked that he didn’t get an Oscar for The Departed. But this is LA.
