Here in BH, we take great pride in where we choose to devour our steak dinners. Ask anyone here with a wallet and an appetite for red meat. Whether it be Commes des Garcons or Goyard, that beautifully crafted leather flips open to shell out cash without hesitation, because people are happy to pay for enjoyable dining experiences. I've seen tips land on the table with the ease and grace of ten leaping ballerinas, toes pointed into arabesque. We have reached the pinnacle of steakhouse heaven here, all within a magnificent one mile radius, thanks to establishments like Mastro's and Cut. Which means that H.O.M.E will have to be truly exceptional to stand a chance among these greats.
Walking into the restaurant, I knew I had been misled. Too many tables were crammed into the dining area and it was clear to me that the management had no clue what to do with the space. Ambience is crucial to the success of a jazz club or a steak house. H.O.M.E has about as much style as a low budget cruise liner's dining room. Tacky banquettes lined in faux satin give off a sheen that reminds you too much of that prom dress you wish you had never worn. The walls are stark and devoid of any fixtures or semblance of art. There is nothing in the space that emphasizes the exposed brick at the entrance, which is the only notable element of style. At the far end of the restaurant is a large stage covered in instruments, and within minutes about 8 musicians took the stage. They played so loud that we couldn't hear each other or our waitress. We asked if there was anything that could be done about the noise, and our bewildered waitress just looked at us in confusion. The dinner was so unpleasantly loud that we hurried through our entrees and skipped dessert just to get out of there. At the end of the meal, there was an additional $20 per person "entertainment fee" included on the bill which came as a complete surprise. We made our reservations through OpenTable and we were never notified about this absurd fee. When we requested the fee be waived, we were denied our request.
As for the food, we ordered the filets, which were two 4oz medallions topped with porcini ravioli in a red wine reduction. The filets were tender but there was no sear or crust to the meat. These were nothing like the petite filet at Mastro's and the ravioli were chewy with a gummy texture to them, and so this dish was a double disappointment.
430 N. Camden Dr.
Beverly Hills, CA 90210