About us

Dim sum was never meant to be fancy. It was tea and small bites, a kind of pause in the day—born in roadside teahouses along China’s Silk Road where travelers rested their bones over warm brews and delicate dumplings. But over time, what began as a gesture of hospitality became a ceremony of its own: the clatter of steamer lids, the passing of plates, the unscripted rhythm of a meal designed for sharing. It’s a cuisine built on repetition and memory—on folds practiced a thousand times, on broths that whisper more than they shout.

At Bao Dim Sum House, that rhythm plays out daily in the soft glow of a dining room that’s served Los Angeles for over 15 years. It’s not the loudest place on the block, but you’ll find it by the line out the door and the scent of something honest in the air—plump har gow, tender siu mai, buns that crack just slightly under the touch. This is food with roots, food with lineage. Food that knows where it came from.

Here, dim sum isn’t reimagined. It’s remembered. And it’s served the way it always should be: hot, fresh, and with the unspoken invitation to stay a little longer than you planned.