SANTA MONICA, Calif. — Rihanna’s back on the scene, and she’s serving more than just her famous half-portions of gnocchi — the Barbados bombshell turned heads Sunday night when she rolled up to her ultimate comfort spot, Giorgio Baldi, in a head-to-toe black leather trench coat that screamed “I’m the main course,” flanked by her longtime love A$AP Rocky in a matching moody ensemble that’s got the internet in a full-on meltdown. Just one week after teasing that elusive ninth album on her Fenty Beauty IG Live (yeah, we’re still waiting, Ri), the 37-year-old mogul proved she’s not just a mom of two tiny terrors — she’s the undisputed style sovereign, strutting into the iconic Italian haunt like it’s her personal runway, leaving paps scrambling and fans flooding timelines with heart-eyes emojis and “take me there” pleas.

The power couple arrived separately but synced up flawlessly outside the rustic-chic spot on Channel Road — a celeb magnet since ’90 that’s dodged wildfires, paparazzi storms, and even a two-month shutdown earlier this year from toxic fallout, only to reopen stronger with its oversized hedge shield for A-listers dodging flashes. Rihanna, fresh off a low-key Governors Awards appearance where she whispered to insiders about “baby number three vibes” (don’t play with our hearts, Ri), emerged from her blacked-out Escalade in that floor-length leather trench, cinched at the waist with a chunky belt that hugged her post-RiRi curves like a second skin. Underneath? A sheer black blouse teasing just enough edge, paired with sky-high Louboutin boots that clicked like countdowns to her next drop. Her hair? A slicked-back high pony with those signature beachy waves peeking out, and makeup? Fenty-fied perfection — glossy nude lips, winged liner sharp enough to cut pasta, and a smoky eye that said “umbrella? Nah, I brought the storm.”

A$AP, the Harlem heartthrob who’s been her ride-or-die since 2019 (and dad to RZA, 2, and Riot, 1), kept it effortlessly cool in his own black leather trench — unbuttoned over a crisp white tee, dark jeans, and those oversized shades that hide a thousand lyrics. He topped it with a black beanie pulled low, hands shoved in pockets as he scanned the valet chaos, but that grin when he spotted Ri? Pure poetry. The duo ducked through the hedge arm-in-arm, laughing off the 20-deep pap pack, and insiders say they snagged their usual corner booth — the one with the direct ocean breeze and zero prying eyes. Menu deets? Classic Ri: half-orders of ricotta ravioli, spaghetti pomodoro with extra basil, and that pillowy gnocchi she craves like oxygen, washed down with a bottle of ’18 Barolo. Rocky? Steak tartare and linguine vongole, per the waiter who gushed to TMZ, “They always tip like kings — last time it was $500 on a $300 tab.”

Fans? They didn’t just lose their minds — they straight-up evacuated the premises. The first pap shots hit X at 10:17 p.m. PT, and by midnight, #RihannaGiorgioBaldi was trending worldwide with 1.8 million posts, edits splicing her trench walk with “Umbrella” bass drops racking 5 million views on TikTok. “Ri in all black leather at her pasta palace? I’m booking flights to Santa Monica RN 😍🖤,” one stan tweeted, while another quipped, “A$AP and Ri coordinating trenches like it’s Fashion Week foreplay. Take notes, couples.” The thirst was real: Reddit’s r/Rihanna exploded with a 15K-upvote thread dissecting her boot silhouette (“Are those the new Fenty x Loub collab?”), and even Cardi B slid into the comments with fire emojis and “Sis serving DARK ROMANCE while I’m chasing Blossom around — goals!” (Shoutout to Cardi’s mini-diva saga; Ri’s been DMing her mom tips amid the Offset shade storm.)

This isn’t Ri’s first Giorgio Baldi glow-up — the spot’s been her LA love language since her 2011 Rolling Stone chat where she called it “maybe even the world” for fried calamari and zero-judgment carbs. She’s dined there solo in fur coats post-fires (March ’25, channeling “cozy classic” per Vogue), with Rocky during both pregnancies (gnocchi cravings hit hard with baby RZA), and even dragged Beyoncé and Jay-Z for a low-key power lunch in ’22 that spawned Fenty-Savage remix rumors. Celeb sightings are the house special: Taylor Swift and Calvin Harris split pasta here pre-2016 implosion, Cardi and Offset toasted her 29th in ’21 (pre-baby Brim bliss), and Jeff Bezos Lauren Sánchez power-couple vibes? Regulars. The Baldi fam — Elena running the ship since dad Giorgio’s ’11 passing — treats stars like neighbors, no reservations needed if you’re Ri. “She walks in, we clear the path — but she tips the busboys extra for the hedge trim,” Elena spilled to People last summer.

But let’s talk timing: This dinner drops amid Ri’s empire expansion — Fenty Skin’s holiday drop sold out in 48 hours (that Barbados cherry gloss? Chef’s kiss), and whispers of a Savage x Fenty menswear line with Rocky modeling (leather trenches mandatory) are louder than ever. Music? She’s been studio-spotted with The-Dream last week, teasing “R9’s almost family” in a cryptic X post that sent Navy into overdrive. Family front: Sources say RZA and Riot are with the night nurse back at the Pacific Palisades pad (that $13.7M fortress with the infinity pool Ri snagged in ’22), but Ri’s been vocal about “mom guilt” in her Bazaar legacy chat, balancing boardrooms and bedtime stories. “Rocky’s the diaper king, but pasta nights? That’s our reset,” a pal dishes. No baby bump sightings here — just that effortless post-two-kids figure that’s got Pilates pros taking notes.

Haters? Sparse, but they exist — a few X trolls sniping “Another dinner pic? Where’s the album?” got drowned in the “Shut up and stream ANTI” clapbacks. Beauty world’s buzzing too: Charlotte Tilbury tweeted “Ri’s smoky eye is my new muse — Fenty shadows or what? 👀,” while Sephora execs eye a Giorgio Baldi collab (pasta-scented highlighter, anyone?). As the couple slipped out around 11:45 p.m., Rocky draping his trench over Ri’s shoulders against the coastal chill, one pap nailed it: “They looked like the start of a music video — dark, sexy, untouchable.”

In a town where dinners are deals and dates are drops, Rihanna’s Giorgio Baldi ritual is the ultimate flex: unhurried, unfiltered, unbreakable. Fans are already manifesting the next sighting — maybe with a mic in hand? Until then, we’re all just carbs away from Ri’s world. Pass the pomodoro.