The Best Places to Eat and Do in the United States

Local is a steakhouse-leaning American restaurant on Cache Street where the napkins are white linen, a small act of rebellion in a town that mostly hands you paper. Local artists' paintings hang on the walls, and the kitchen sources from as close by as it can. The burger is a blend of three steak cuts, which feels right for Jackson, and the bar will happily serve you fries. The Infatuation put it on its list of the 15 best restaurants in Jackson Hole.

Longplay is a listening-room coffee shop, which means you hand over your laptop ambitions at the door and get a rule sheet in return. The pitch is vinyl on a serious sound system, cold brew, and drinks that dress up like cocktails, think yuzu highball and a fluffy black sesame mochi. Hours are short, weekends only, and posted on Instagram, so check before you go and plan to arrive before last call.

A beer hall in East Liberty built around 14-inch, wood-fired Neapolitan pies that were designed to be passed around a long communal table. The cacio e pepe pizza and the spicy pepperoni with house hot honey are regulars on the menu; weekly specials rotate through whatever's local and seasonal. Kölsch, Italian pilsners, and a Franconian pale smoke lager share the drinks list with wine and amaro flights, which should tell you something about the crowd's ambitions.

A former Marine and a former basketball player walked into an empty storefront in the historic Greenwood District, and the result is a wing shop where the attorney co-owner still keeps his day job. The Oklahoma Dry Rub and the Mack, a recipe nobody's sharing, are the regulars' picks. Kimberly usually runs the counter herself, which gives the whole operation a family-kitchen feel that's hard to fake.

Madi is a bright, casual daytime spot on Grand Avenue that treats lunch as a bonus round and shuts the kitchen at 2 p.m. The menu runs on playful California cooking, which here means a half-pound patty melt on grilled sourdough and a chipotle chicken melt with pickled jalapeños. Expect counter-service prices, no dress code, and a brunch crowd lingering over the last of their coffee.

Atlanta takes its lemon pepper wings seriously, and Magic City, the city's most famous strip club, has been quietly central to that argument for decades. The wings are small, seasoned deep into the bone, and come with a blue cheese dressing good enough to make you mourn the missing celery. The crowd runs from music executives to athletes to travelers killing time before a flight. Wings are available to go, for the bashful or the principled.

Magissa is a bright, easygoing Greek taverna in East Bayside, a neighborhood with more breweries than seems strictly necessary. Dinner runs on meze like htipiti and skordalia, scooped up with warm pita, plus grilled lamb and an ouzo cake for dessert. The drinks list leans into mastiha, sumac lemonade, and a local bitters people in Portland talk about like a sports team. Eater has it on its list of the city's best.

Kevin Lee, a Food Network regular, named this Uptown Oklahoma City steakhouse and seafood restaurant after the Korean word for flavor, which is either confident or on the nose, depending on how the scallion pancake lands for you. The menu builds on Lee's earlier steakhouse work, folding in premium seafood, Korean sauces and sides, and a craft cocktail list in a space he describes as the restaurant he always wanted to open.

Mama Bread is a neighborhood bakery and cafe with a pastry case that has people lining up around 8am, a full two hours before the loaves come out of the oven. Morning buns, croissant breakfast sandwiches, and flaky things stuffed with squash and ricotta are the reason to be in that line. There's a tiny market inside, so you can leave with jam and a mild sense of having your life together.

Manny's is a downtown South Bend sports bar where the televisions outnumber the available sightlines, so you will never be forced to miss a game. The menu plays with bar food, including a burger piled with fried jalapeño strips and avocado, and a Girl Dinner of fries and salad in an oversized Martini glass. A food truck parked out front sends out empanadas. Eater lists it among South Bend's best restaurants.

A French bakery on West Charleston where the croissants and chausson aux pommes share the case with a full Dubai chocolate section, because the pistachio-and-kataifi craze has to land somewhere. Pain au chocolat is the old-guard order, and the team runs savory croissant and quiche specials through the week. It's a pastry-case-and-pay-at-the-counter kind of place, so come as you are and leave with a box.

Marrow is a sit-down restaurant and deli in a former poultry processing plant in Eastern Market, which means the building has gone from plucking chickens to serving whole-animal butchery with a cocktail list. Two moody bars fill with shoppers still holding their grocery haul and locals who dress up a little for a Tuesday. Brunch is where the whipped bone marrow gets spread on pancakes, because restraint was never the point.

Marta is a neighborhood coffee shop planted where University Heights, Normal Heights, and North Park meet, which means it never has to pick a side. The mexican mocha latte arrives in a handmade clay mug, and the menu runs to Mexican-American fusion, like salmon al pastor on blue corn sourdough. Laptop people and book people share the room, and the macha salsa is the sort of thing you'll want to smuggle home in your tote bag.

Whole hog barbecue is the organizing principle here, which means every part of the pig goes into the pit and comes out smoked, pulled, and chopped together. It's a proper Tennessee barbecue joint, loud and casual, the kind of place where the smoke follows you home. The New York Times put it on their Nashville list, and the brisket and jalapeño cheddar sausage give the pork plenty of company.

A Colombian family operation with a five-acre farm at its roots, Matta lands in Portland's Northwest District as a coffee shop that keeps one foot planted in Bogotá. Espresso drinks share the menu with cocktails and arepas, which is a tidy way to cover breakfast through happy hour. Warm woods and serious plant energy make it the kind of spot where laptops outnumber newspapers, which tells you all you need to know about the afternoon crowd.

Medusa is a sit-down Italian restaurant that skips the red-sauce script and cooks Sicilian instead, so the baked ziti and the yelling about gabagool stay home. Expect chickpea fritters, a sardine pasta that stands its ground, and a dessert cart that gets wheeled to your table like a small, painted parade float. When the weather cooperates, the patio does a respectable impression of a Mediterranean vacation. It's a place for a proper night out.

Tuna kitfo is the order that sets this Ethiopian bistro apart, raw minced fish in place of the usual beef, melting in a way that earns the detour to Uptown Oakland. The vegetarian platter covers the classics well, and if you make it to dessert, the teff chocolate cake is a quietly clever use of injera's starring grain. The San Francisco Chronicle named it among the Bay Area's best Ethiopian spots, which tracks.

The pastry case sets the pace at this all-day French cafe in Scottsdale: grab a croissant on your way out, or settle into the chic little dining room for a proper quiche with a flaky crust and a side salad dressed in a vinaigrette so good they bottle it for sale. Crepes, eggs Benedict, and omelets round out the menu. French conversation drifts out from the kitchen, which feels less like ambiance and more like a genuine reflex.

A coffee truck parked at the Broadway News food truck park, MILA Coffee pulls its shots from Tweed beans out of Dallas and lets you customize with caramel or Mexican vanilla. The real draw is geography: it sits right next to Carnitas Don Raúl, so cyclists and regulars tend to linger on the benches outside long after the coffee's gone. Bring a jacket if the sky looks uncertain; cover is minimal.

Milkfish is a Filipino home bakery that mostly turns up as a Saturday pop-up, so checking the website before you drive over is the whole game. The pastry case runs to ube-striped babka, crispy karioka fritters, and a coconut-and-pandan-soaked dulce de leche cake, all of it Filipino bakeshop tradition with a few modern ideas smuggled in. It has James Beard Foundation recognition, which is a lot for a kitchen that's also somebody's kitchen.

The emerald-painted coffee shop on Lake Street does lattes and cappuccinos with no drama, then quietly offers a second menu of herbal, almost alchemical drinks, like a beet-and-rose-water brew called the Jitterbug Perfume that sounds made up until you order it. The whole place is Celiac-friendly, which is either a bonus or the whole reason you're here.

The fried oyster mushrooms arrive tempura-crisp and somehow juicy underneath, which is the kind of thing that makes you stop mid-sentence. Millennium is a full-service vegan restaurant in Oakland's Rockridge neighborhood, been around forever, and still the kind of place where the menu takes real technique seriously rather than just swapping out the meat. A la carte most nights, prix fixe on weekends.

Milstead and Co. is a coffee shop on the ground floor of a new building down the hill from the Fremont Troll, which makes it the newer, shinier end of the neighborhood. The beans rotate through serious roasters like Heart, Kuma, and Sweet Bloom, so a quick Americano to-go gets the same care as a V60 pourover. Temple Pastries are in the case, a rarity around town. Come in a hoodie, leave with a very good cup.

Fried chicken ordered to order is the move at this Pakistani-American fast-casual mini-chain, a longtime staple for the halal community in the East Bay. The bird comes out of the fryer with a bumpy, spiced coating and buttermilk-tender meat underneath. The menu wanders cheerfully into chicken tikka pizza and Desi-style burgers, and the Chronicle named it among the Bay Area's top fried chicken spots.

Mnemonic is a coffee shop whose colorful accent walls and grid-patterned tables make it look like the inside of a Mondrian painting. There are four pour overs on at any time, plus seasonal drinks like a grapefruit and cold brew number that tastes like an Arnold Palmer with a pulse. The few tables inside come with a one hour limit, so bring a book instead of a deadline. Balboa Park is close enough for a to-go cup and a stroll.

A vegan brunch spot tucked inside a vinyl record shop in the Museum District, which tells you a lot about who shows up and how long they plan to stay. The menu leans into plant-based comfort food hard, built around things like mushrooms fried crispy and served over grits or a waffle. Dishes can be ordered as flights with different sauces, which is either genius or a trap for indecision. The mimosas have their own following.

Mom Kitchen is a cha chaan teng on Mira Mesa Boulevard, which means a Hong Kong diner where the menu runs long, the room runs plain, and the food shows up before you've finished getting comfortable. The noodles are made in-house, the drinks include hot Ovaltine and salted lemon 7-Up, and the roast duck hangs around for the same reasons you do. Cheap, fast, and a little maternal about clean plates.

Gravel crunches under your tires before you've even opened the car door, which sets the tone for this family-run Creole-Italian roadhouse across the river from New Orleans. The menu is short but the portions are not, and the table fills fast with baked oysters, housemade sausage, and crab salad. The house rule, learned the hard way by everyone, is to order more than you think you need and split everything.