The Best Places to Eat and Drink in the United States

Neapolitan-style pizza on the Pacific Coast Highway, where the crust stays soft and just barely charred at the rim, the way it should. This southern Italian restaurant keeps things unfussy: good product, warm service, a room that feels festive without trying too hard. It landed at number 25 on 50 Top Pizza USA, which tracks for a place where the pizza tastes like the owner is proving a point about where they're from.

Sourdough Neapolitan pizza in a cozy Bushwick spot where the lighting is dim enough to feel intentional and the wine list is longer than the beer list, which tells you something about the room. The crust is light and genuinely digestible, as opposed to the kind that sits with you on the subway home. Ranked in the 50 Top Pizza USA, if that's the sort thing you track. The veranda is lovely until it isn't.

A seafood osteria on Sixth Avenue that also happens to be a caffè, bakery, pasta lab, and gelateria, which could easily be a mess but somehow feels like a well-run corner of northern Italy. The kitchen leans on pristine fish and vegetables, with a nod toward Japanese technique that earns its place rather than announcing itself. Raw preparations are a reason to linger, and the wine list keeps markups reasonable. Ranked 34th on 50 Top Italy's list of Italian restaurants worldwide.

Detroit-style pizza comes out of the oven as a thick, airy square with a crispy, caramelized undercarriage, and Palazzo di Pizza has quietly become one of the better places in the country to eat one. It ranked tenth on 50 Top Pizza's national slice list, which for a suburban Royal Oak shop is a notable thing. The pepperoni option, layered under the cheese and sauce in true Detroit fashion, is the move.

Roberta's slice shop in the Penn District finishes each slice after the oven, adding basil, chili oil, or honey depending on what you ordered, which sounds fussy until you see how well it works. The long communal table inside spills out to Penn Plaza and connects up to a rooftop, so the format is grab-and-go but the footprint is not. The Bee Sting, with soppressata and honey, is the one regulars seem to circle back to.

A seafood buffet at the Palms, where locals drive off the Strip and the real event is Wednesday and Thursday lobster nights. Stations stack up with bright red tails, and you work through them with melted butter and a bucket for the wreckage. Dinner runs a bit north of forty dollars, so wear something that forgives butter, and plan the rest of your day around it like a sensible person.

This is a small, family-run Northeast Chinese spot in a Chandler strip mall, where one wall is so thickly framed with press clippings that the decor doubles as a reading list. The dumplings are handmade in assorted shapes and sizes, and the soup dumplings arrive with chewy skins and scalding broth, so patience is a skill here. Order at a casual counter pace, wear whatever, and bring someone who'll split the cumin lamb.

Garden Buffet sits inside South Point, a good half hour south of the Strip, so the clientele skews toward locals who know where the prime rib is pink. It feels more like a neighborhood diner than a casino cafeteria, with servers who bring your drinks so you can stay put between shrimp runs. Six live stations cover everything from Mongolian bowls to wings tossed to order, and Eater and The Infatuation both list it among the city's best buffets.

This is a resort buffet out in Summerlin, priced in the low thirties and organized around rotating theme nights. Aloha night brings oxtail stew and a whole roasted suckling pig, while fiesta night lets you build a nacho situation that Taco Bell would recognize as kin. Because it's mostly locals, the Strip's plate-piling stampede never shows up, and you can finish with warm churros dunked in chocolate sauce.

This is a casual, family-friendly Neapolitan pizzeria in Summerlin, with timber tables and a wood-fired oven that blisters each pie in just over a minute. The dough is thin and chewy and folds a little under its toppings, so you eat it with your hands and don't apologize. There's also a pear and jalapeño pie with no tomato sauce, which Naples would find alarming. Wear whatever you like, nobody is dressing up for pizza.

The two-pound super burrito here is less a meal than a diplomatic incident, and in a neighborhood where everyone has a strong opinion about where to get one, Taqueria Cancún has been holding its ground forever. This is a taqueria on Mission Street: counter service, line out the door on weekend nights, foil-wrapped torpedoes that have put more than a few people to sleep on the bus home. The breakfast burrito with chorizo and eggs is the move if you catch it early.

This is a classic Vegas buffet, the kind with marble counters, smoked salmon spirals, and enough seating for 600 hungry people who have pre-paid for their ambition. Expect a carving station, pizza with dough from a nearby Spago, and sushi, all at a price that makes a mid-priced casino steakhouse look reasonable. It's a morning-to-mid-afternoon affair, so dress for comfort and plan to skip dinner.

This is the buffet at The Cosmopolitan, and its whole personality is built around the morning after. Waffles, crunchy fried chicken, and crab legs juicy enough to turn the plate into a splash zone all appear, along with a salad bar that holds its own. Plenty of dishes come pre-portioned in little bowls, which spares shaky hands the humiliation of a slippery serving spoon. Come hungry, come dehydrated, and don't dress up.

The cerulean counter is handmade, the seafood is sustainably sourced, and the menu wanders freely from hand-roll culture to XO grits without apology. Rosella is a sushi shop on Avenue A that treats local, responsibly harvested fish with restraint and a little mischief. The wine list leans domestic, pulling from the North Fork and the West Coast. The Michelin Guide has it selected, and Esquire put it on their best new restaurants list.

A tea bar up front handles quick orders while the real action unfolds at the long communal tables in back, which tells you everything about how Cha Kee operates. It's a Hong Kong bistro in the thick of Chinatown, with a menu that runs from wonton soup to beef chow fun to a dim sum list that could keep a table debating for twenty minutes. Portions are built for sharing, and the groups who pack those banquettes seem to know it.

Antique telephone behind the bar, weathered wood beams, tufted red leather booths, a neon sign, and a back garden that softens the whole thing into something you didn't expect from East Village Thai. The menu runs long and regional, so bring enough people to order past the khao soi and into the pork blood soup. The cocktail program earns table time too. Reservations go fast, which the packed room will confirm before you even sit down.

Tropical wallpaper and a hidden door set the tone for this European-leaning restaurant tucked inside Hotel Vela. The menu moves from French onion soup to beef Wellington with handmade pasta in between, and the bar holds its own with craft cocktails that match the kitchen's ambition. Esquire named it one of America's best new restaurants in 2025, which feels about right for a Mississippi Gulf Coast town that wasn't exactly asking for a vodka-sauce ravioli moment.

New Mexico cooking is the rare regional cuisine that Boulder almost never sees, and chef Hosea Rosenberg, a Taos native, fills that gap with rustic Southwestern fare across all three meals. Grab-and-go breakfast burritos anchor the mornings, counter service runs at lunch, and full table service with margaritas takes over at dinner. Blue-corn enchiladas and green chile stew built on oven-roasted Hatch chiles are the reasons regulars come back.

A tonkotsu-miso hybrid broth is the anchor at this no-frills ramen shop tucked into a Clairemont strip mall. The menu is short by design: a rich, porky house ramen and a spiced tantanmen are about the size of it, with springy noodles and a soft-boiled egg as the main decisions to make. Lines form fast, service moves faster, and the Michelin Guide has taken note of both.

Pizzas come out of a 900-degree wood-fired oven with properly blistered crusts, which tells you something about how seriously this Southern Italian restaurant takes the basics. Colorful fabrics and wood fixtures give the room a warm, lived-in feel, and the cooking leans rustic, with house-made pasta as the spine of the menu. It sits just off Liberty Public Market, which means the neighborhood does half the work of setting the mood before you even sit down.

Botanical prints on pale walls, a red brick patio out back, and an Italian Mediterranean restaurant that treats a seasonal wine list as seriously as the kitchen treats pasta. The bucatini and the clams suggest the Mediterranean mindset is more than decorative. Queen Village locals who know their way around a wine list fill the bar up front while the dining room stays unhurried.

An upscale steakhouse on the seventh floor of a hotel that bills itself as Swiss hospitality in Texas, which tells you something about the room before you even sit down. The draw is the house Akaushi beef, raised by the team's own breeding program just north of the Red River, and it shows up across a menu built around the classics. White-jacketed service, a clubby feel, and a cocktail list you'll need before deciding.

A narrow interior walkway leads you into what was once a carriage house, now a fine dining room with white-painted brick walls and wide plank floors that do most of the decorating. Alfred Portale, a name Chelsea regulars have followed for decades, runs an Italian menu that stays close to the Mediterranean without being precious about it. The primi, particularly the fresh pasta, tend to be where the kitchen is most at ease.

A hidden door in an industrial Adair Park building opens onto counter seating for fewer than a dozen guests. This is an omakase spot where the chef builds each meal around a different region of Japan, letting the geography do the organizing rather than a fixed greatest-hits menu. The room is spare enough that nothing competes with the food, which is probably the point. A Michelin Selected Restaurant.

A K-pop playlist, house-made kimchi, and slow-simmered meat stews that take after someone's grandmother's kitchen, not a restaurant's: Sungho is a traditional Korean spot in the Tenderloin serving the kind of homey, hearty cooking that rarely surfaces in the Bay Area. The portions are built for sharing, the broth-heavy dishes run deep, and the room runs warm and a little loud. A Michelin Selected Restaurant.

A tiny Thai tapas spot tucked into Little Havana with no reservations and a line to prove it. The menu mixes familiar standbys with Northern Thai specialties, khao soi among them, and the kitchen sends plates out faster than you can clear them, so order more than you think you need. The Michelin Guide has it listed, which goes some way toward explaining why a nook this small draws this much patience from a city not famous for waiting.

Dark masa quesadillas filled with Oaxacan cheese, in-house tortillas, and tacos served all day set the tone at this modern Oaxacan spot a short walk from the Venice beach scene. The room looks the part, all bright and California-casual, and the mezcal list gives you something to do while you decide between the barbacoa and the tinga de pollo. The Los Angeles Times put it on its Fifty Under $50 list, which tracks.

Some regulars skip the menu entirely and head straight to the back, where the day's fish and crustaceans are laid out on packed ice like a very glamorous geology exhibit. This is a high-end Greek seafood restaurant on South Beach, the kind where whole grilled fish and lobster anchor the table and the room skews toward people who own boats. Fresh seafood arrives multiple times a week, and the kitchen largely gets out of its own way.

A glass-fronted restaurant in Coconut Grove that shares its building with a dinner concept downstairs, Krüs Kitchen operates upstairs with its own kitchen, a retail corner, and a sunny room that feels more market than dining room. The menu chases small-farm produce and organic wines, with seafood showing up often. A percentage of every sale goes to the team's nonprofit, so the prawns are doing community service.

The dough slow-proofs for 72 hours, which explains a lot about the thin, blistered crust on these 13-inch pies. This Michelin-selected pizzeria is tucked into the ground floor of an office building just off Lincoln Road, easy to walk past and hard to forget once you've been. The Italian-born chef imports his flour and takes the whole operation seriously enough to name one pie after a staggering pile of fresh ginger. Small room, big ambitions, South Beach prices.

The garage doors roll up when the sun hits the harbor, and suddenly half of Boston is competing for a patio seat overlooking the water. This New American restaurant in the Seaport runs its own farm in New Hampshire, which gives the menu an unusual credibility for a room this pretty. The cooking leans global, the portions are generous, and the smoked ham hock croquettes have become something of a signature. A Michelin Selected Restaurant.

Warm teak paneling, live plants, and candles crowd a close-quartered bar and a dining room that runs just as loud in SoHo. This is a high-energy Indonesian restaurant where the chef pulls from French technique too, landing somewhere genuinely its own. The menu moves through satays and seafood-forward small plates into boldly spiced mains, with cocktails calibrated to keep the whole party going.

The ceviche comes in two registers here: the traditional Peruvian citrus cure and a Nikkei version that folds in Japanese technique, and both are the reason Chef José Luis Chávez graduated from market stalls to a proper sit-down restaurant on the Upper East Side. The room is clean and modern without feeling cold, the wine list holds up, and the pisco sours lean creative. A Michelin Selected spot that earns its spot by keeping the focus tight.

The DJ booth is on the ground floor, the kitchen is upstairs, and somehow it all holds together. Kaori is an upscale Asian fusion restaurant and bar in Brickell where the menu is as considered as the two-story concrete-and-wood room around it. The Michelin Guide has it listed, and the crowd dresses accordingly. Dishes lean toward the rich end, with A5 beef and local fish in electric curry sharing the menu with a few genuinely clever small plates.

Sixty floors above Lower Manhattan, the view from this sleek fine dining room makes the case that altitude and ambition can coexist. The tasting menu runs seasonal and approachable, and lunch brings a dry-aged cheeseburger that earns its place among the white tablecloths. The service team handles a full house with the kind of easy warmth that usually disappears at this altitude alongside the street noise.

Squeezed into a narrow Clinton Street storefront, Saint Julivert is a coastal wine bar where seafood does most of the talking and the small-producer wine list does the listening. The kitchen runs on a coastal imagination that drifts from tempura squash to Ibérico pork without losing the thread. Cobble Hill regulars who know to book early fill the room most nights. The Michelin Guide has it on their list.

The white onyx bar alone signals that someone spent serious money on this room, and the pink-and-chartreuse upholstery inside the landmarked Seagram Building does the rest. It's a mod Japanese brasserie where the menu circles back to Japan at every turn: teppanyaki, yuzu-sauced seafood, charred vegetables. The bar pours over thirty Japanese whiskies, which is either a reason to come early or a reason to stay very late.

A cozy vintage tavern on a quiet West Village side street, The Commerce Inn does the American canon with a light touch: potted shrimp, roasted and grilled things, and a ribeye that arrives buried under a drift of fried onion rings. The patty melt earned a spot on the New York Times's top dishes list, which tells you something. Linen tables, wooden floors, and servers who seem genuinely glad you showed up.

Shrimp arrive head-on, sautéed in a red sauce of roasted chilies and beer, and that one dish tells you everything about this Nayarit-style seafood spot in Inglewood. The enclosed back patio is where locals settle in for whole fried fish, heaping ceviches, and tacos that landed on the Los Angeles Times' best taco list. The Michelin Guide has noticed too. Order broadly and let the kitchen, a family operation through and through, do the talking.

Amber walls, wine bottles stacked everywhere, and ceilings high enough that SoHo feels a little less cramped. Altro Paradiso is an Italian restaurant from Ignacio Mattos where the pasta rotates with the seasons and the salads get their own devoted following, which is not something you say about many places. It fills up fast, and the room has that rare quality of feeling both stylish and genuinely comfortable at the same time.

The name means "fragrant chili," and aroma is the throughline at this creative Thai restaurant on Geary, from hand-pounded curry pastes to a coconut ice cream finished with a plume of smoke from a traditional Thai incense candle. The kitchen applies fine-dining technique to both familiar and lesser-known dishes without making a big deal of it. The New York Times put it on their Restaurant List, and the room stays quiet enough that you can actually taste what you're eating.

Diners queue on the sidewalk before the doors open, which tells you something about how this no-reservations live-fire restaurant on Milwaukee Ave operates. Everything passes over, under, or through the flames, from the foie gras ganache on grilled hearth bread to the butter cake that comes out of the fire with a crackling crust. The chefs' counter, where you can watch the whole production up close, is the seat everyone actually wants.

The line out front in Long Island City is your landmark. Casa Enrique is a buzzy Mexican restaurant where family recipes share the menu with tacos and guacamole, but the kitchen finds its footing with the bigger plates: braised lamb shank, branzino marinated al pastor, and a mole that appears in several forms and never disappoints. Frozen watermelon margaritas keep arriving whether you asked or not, which is not a complaint.

A tuk tuk parked in the back of a Fort Lauderdale strip mall sets the tone at this no-reservations Isan Thai restaurant, where the menu runs well past the usual curry-and-pad-thai circuit. The kitchen leans into the northeastern Thai repertoire, and when they ask how spicy you want it, they mean it as a real question. The Michelin Guide has taken notice, and the crowd filing in on a weeknight suggests word has been around for a while.

A nigiri counter tucked into a food hall in Miami's Design District, where the neighbors outside are Bulgari and Armani but the vibe inside is strictly no-ceremony. Chef Yasu Tanaka keeps the menu to nigiri sets made with fish flown in several times a week, and the whole thing moves fast enough that you can be back on the marble-floored sidewalk in under twenty minutes, which is not something most sushiyas would advertise as a selling point.

Formica tables, reggae on the speakers, and glam servers navigating the brightly colored booths: Miss Lily's is a lively Jamaican restaurant on Avenue A that makes the case for Caribbean food without any downtown hedging. Curried goat, jerk chicken, and oxtail stew are the anchors, and a well-stocked bar means the rum is never far behind. The Michelin Guide has it selected, which tracks for a room this committed to a good time.

The signature mushroom dish has been on the menu since the place opened, which tells you something about how the East Village regulars feel about it. Nudibranch is a contemporary restaurant where Asian and Spanish influences keep bumping into each other in ways that somehow work, portions run small, and everyone ends up eating off everyone else's plate anyway. The masala chai tres leches lands as a genuinely disorienting closer, in a good way.

A converted townhouse in Tribeca that runs its own upstate farm, so the vegetables on your plate were probably pulled from the ground by someone who also designed the menu. One White Street is a contemporary restaurant with both à la carte and tasting menu options, housed in a wood-paneled room with marble and tilework that makes "intimate" feel earned rather than euphemistic. The kitchen leans into bold, produce-forward cooking with a Michelin Guide selection to its name.

The horchata here comes with fresh-diced apple, which sounds like a gimmick until it tastes like cold apple pie through a straw. This casual taco shop on 32nd Street does familiar Mexican comfort food with small, quiet twists: carne asada topped with nopales, fried shrimp with mango slaw. The kind of neighborhood spot where you figure out your order fast and eat faster.

The wood-burning oven does most of the talking at this upscale Greek taverna just off Logan Square Park, kissing nearly everything on the menu with smoke. Warm pita arrives with a lineup of dips, lamb chops come in serious portions, and the baklava froyo with pistachio sauce is the kind of thing you didn't see coming. The wine list runs entirely Greek, from Macedonia to Santorini, which takes a certain confidence.

The rooftop garden above this contemporary tasting room supplies some of what lands on the plate below, which feels appropriate given that the whole operation is Auburn University's hospitality school in action. Students run the front of house in sharp suits while resident chefs guide the kitchen, and the result is more polished than you'd expect from a classroom. The wine list ranges widely and seriously.

A former dive bar turned noodle shop in Oceanside, 24 Suns runs on seasonal instinct and pop-up energy, with a menu that rotates whenever the team feels like it. Snacks, dumplings, and shareable plates split the menu, and the wine list throws sake into the mix without making a fuss about it. The room is casual enough that ordering freely feels like the point, which it is.

A Southside restaurant built around the idea of the American Sunday dinner, minus the part where you do dishes. The brick exterior is industrial enough to make you wonder if you've found a warehouse, but inside it's vaulted ceilings, square wood pillars, and moody lighting. The starters are meant for sharing, the cooking is comforting with a few unexpected turns, and it's a Michelin Guide Selected Restaurant, so dress like you mean it, within reason.

On the seventh floor of the Rowan Hotel, this fine dining room has the highest rooftop in downtown Palm Springs, with the San Jacinto Mountains spread out in every direction. The chef riffs on Southern cooking, grilled steaks and seasonal produce with a warm-weather looseness that fits the setting. Date-infused Old Fashioneds arrive while the light goes gold. Prices float as high as the altitude, but so does everything worth watching in Palm Springs.

The glowing dining room sits one floor below MoMA, all sweeping wood grain, sleek banquettes, and a long bar that runs at full tilt. This is an upscale Pan-Asian restaurant from the Altamarea Group, working through Chinese and Singaporean classics with a precision that matches the neighborhood's price point. Soup dumplings arrive with black truffle; the clay pots come packed with crispy rice. The crowd tends toward people who dressed for the occasion.

It's a huge converted warehouse in Germantown with a long bar and tables built for groups, so a loud laugh gets absorbed instead of noticed. A statue of General Francis Nash stands in the middle of the dining room, presiding over portions sized for a small army. The American menu leans on the wood grill, with beer-can chicken, duck wings, and short rib. It's casual and communal, and the Michelin Guide lists it as a Selected Restaurant.

The open kitchen pulls focus the moment you walk into this Carroll Gardens bistro, with its exposed brick, dark blue walls, and brown leather booths. The menu runs contemporary New American with European and South American threads woven through, so expect clean technique alongside the occasional curveball. It reads equally as a date spot or a low-key dinner with friends, which is either versatile or noncommittal, depending on your mood.

An eight-seat sushi counter where the music plays and the chef works in near-silence, assembling each piece with the kind of focus that makes you lower your voice anyway. The nigiri rice leans firm with a whisper of sugar, a nod to the chef's Osaka roots, and the seafood flies in from Japan. A Michelin-starred omakase that skips the reverent hush without losing any of the precision.

Everything arrives on injera, the spongy, tangy flatbread that doubles as plate and utensil, which tells you right away where you are. This warm Ethiopian restaurant on Commerce Street runs the full menu of classics, and the staff will walk first-timers through the options without a hint of condescension. Meat and vegetarian dishes share the table equally here, all served family style the way they should be. The Michelin Guide has it listed among its selected restaurants.

A to-go window alongside a cozy dining room and patio signals exactly what this Gainesville breakfast-and-lunch spot is about: casual, unhurried, and made from scratch. The all-day menu runs comforting American classics with a slightly modern hand, and the coffee comes from their own roast, which is a nice detail when you're still deciding if you're a person yet. The Michelin Guide has it on their radar.

You walk through a working cheesery to get to your table, which sets the tone for everything that follows. Agnes is a rustic American bistro in Pasadena where a live-fire hearth anchors the room and the menu leans on local produce, house-made pasta, and fried chicken with sambal hot honey. Save room for the Thai banana split, which sounds like a dare and eats like a plan.

Christmas lights, neon signs, and red vinyl booths set the mood at this cheerful Southern diner on Oxford's courthouse square, a fixture of the Ole Miss universe for as long as anyone cares to remember. The kitchen sticks to the classics: fried catfish, chicken and dumplings, a vegetable platter of butter beans and turnip greens. Students and locals who've been coming since forever fill the booths, and nobody's skipping the chocolate chess pie.

A two-person sushiya with a handful of seats and hours that seem designed to keep you guessing, Akaoni runs on a daily specials board and a tank of live spot prawns behind the counter. The nigiri is clean and precisely cut, the kind of work that doesn't need a long menu to make its case. Prices are low enough to make you briefly suspicious, then just grateful.

Colorful mismatched chairs pack the dining room of this breezy neighborhood cafe in historic Montford, where the menu is split between a breakfast section and a lunch one, and a chalkboard by the register handles whatever the kitchen felt like making that morning. Chef Jacob Sessoms keeps things market-focused and casual enough that grabbing a to-go order feels as natural as settling in. The tater tots have a following of their own.

Chandeliers, original artwork, and dining rooms that somehow feel both old-school and alive with color set the scene at this San Mateo prix-fixe spot. Three- and five-course tasting menus rotate with the seasons, pulling from influences that don't settle on one continent for long. The crowd tends toward date nights and birthday dinners, dressed for the occasion and happy about it.

The penny-tiled floor and wood bar hit you before you even look at the menu, and the garden out back feels like someone transplanted a corner of Umbria to Williamsburg. This is a proper Italian restaurant, the sit-down-and-stay kind, with a seasonal menu that leans into shared plates and house-made pasta. The crowd tends to linger, which tells you something about the pacing. Wildflowers on the tables, olive walls, no fuss.

A converted house on Brookhaven Circle, divided into small, snug rooms that feel borrowed from a dinner party rather than a restaurant. The kitchen runs Southern Italian, with pastas and appetizers doing most of the heavy lifting, and a soft spot for pork that shows up everywhere, including breakfast-inflected openers that make you reconsider the day's first meal. Andy Ticer and Michael Hudman are Memphis names worth knowing. The Michelin Guide has taken notice.

Bottled sauces on a shelf near the door signal what kind of osteria this is: the food is good enough that people want to bring it home. On Beverly Blvd, Angelini has been around forever by LA standards, which is almost a punchline in a city that abandons its favorites by spring. The service runs old school and warm, and the lengthy Italian menu leans comfortably on what the regulars already know they're ordering.

A converted abbey perched above the Hudson, the kind of setting that makes you feel the nuns are judging your wine order. Apropos is fine dining with a traditional American lean, accessible by train from Grand Central for those willing to make the pilgrimage. The kitchen pulls from local farms and leans into classic technique, rich braises, proper sauces, and a wine cellar that suggests someone here takes this seriously.

The address reads like an apartment number because it is one, a converted unit that functions as an intimate wine bar with a short, serious list leaning toward small producers from both hemispheres. You can stop in for a glass and a charcuterie board or commit to the multicourse tasting menu, where the kitchen moves through things like Hokkaido scallop with red curry and duck cassoulet. The wine and the food compete for your attention in roughly equal measure.

The dining room at this West Hollywood EDITION hotel restaurant looks like a luxury spa that decided to feed people: white velvet booths, staff in beige, and enough greenery to require a groundskeeper. The menu leans vegetable-forward but keeps dry-aged lamb and steaks around for the unconvinced. Prices sit firmly in hotel territory, which the hotel guests seem not to notice.

Wood paneling, banquette seating, and framed maritime art set the tone at this Korean shared-plates spot on First Avenue, where the menu orbits Busan's seaport identity. Seafood threads through nearly every dish, and the DIY gimbap with raw scallops, squid jeotgal, and apple kimchi is the kind of thing that makes a table go quiet. The cocktails are easy to linger over.

A covered patio overlooking the San Sebastian River sets the mood at this Argentinian grill, where the menu orbits fire and meat in the way that approach always promises it will. Steaks anchor the menu, from flat iron to porterhouse, but the smoked fish dip makes a convincing case for slowing down before the main event. Citrus olive oil cake closes things out without overshooting into sweetness.

Fire-glazed stone pottery and Hello Kitty dolls share shelf space in this Studio City sushi shop, which has been at it long enough to qualify as an old-school institution on Ventura Blvd. Three omakase options anchor a menu that unfolds across five pages, including a full page of desserts, which is either ambitious or a gentle warning to pace yourself. The daily specials are the move; the à la carte prices have a way of climbing quietly.