The Best Places to Eat and Stay in the United States

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.

Each day's fish selection goes up on Instagram before you order, which is either the future of sushi or just a very good system. Mujiri is a takeout-only sushi shop in Oakland where the fish comes in from Japan and arrives in a wooden box arranged on bamboo leaves. The nigiri combo is a tight, concise menu done with real care, and the squid is cut to look like a feather boa, which sounds absurd until you see it.

Muri is a North Park coffee shop where the Kurdish coffee arrives unfiltered, with fine grounds settled at the bottom like a small, caffeinated riverbed. The baristas will warn you before you order it, and they'll swap in a cappuccino if the hazelnut version isn't your thing. Baked treats like pistachio cheesecake share the counter, and the shaded patio fills with laptop people who have turned a Tuesday into an office.

Murphy's is an ice cream parlor near the Notre Dame campus where the board games are old-school and free to play, which means a family of four can lose an hour to Sorry! before anyone finishes a cone. The scoops run to classics like cookie dough and Fat Elvis, with a few vegan options for the dairy-averse. Some football season nights, a player records a podcast here, so the guy behind you in line may be a linebacker.

Pork skin fried from thick belly cuts until it shatters like glass: that's the whole thesis at this home-based chicharrones shop in San Jose. The team announces pre-order windows each week, and the salsas, red and green and genuinely punishing, are almost as much of a draw as the pork itself. The San Francisco Chronicle named it one of the best Mexican spots in the Bay Area, which for a place you order by the pound feels about right.

Fewer than twenty seats, one chef, seven courses, and a kitchen so quiet you can hear the thinking. Nasime is an intimate Japanese tasting room in Old Town Alexandria where the Ginza-trained team runs a set menu that moves through seasons rather than trends. The pacing is unhurried, the combinations are precise, and the sashimi course arrives with a buzz-button flower that earns its spot on the plate.

A Peruvian restaurant tucked among the taco stands on Oklahoma City's south side, which is either perfect camouflage or a happy accident. The ceviche comes in several varieties and makes a sensible starting point, while the lomo saltado and rotisserie chicken fill out the table nicely. Wash it all down with chicha morada or an Inca Kola straight from the gold can, which is exactly how it should arrive.

Never Coffee is a Belmont cafe and roastery where the lattes read like a dare: one comes with hops and dulce de leche, another with star anise and black licorice, and both somehow behave in the cup. The room is all cutout shapes and a bright green tiled floor, and the picnic tables out front go fast whenever Portland remembers the sun exists. Order at the counter, stay as long as the laptop battery allows.

Dollar bills stapled to the ceiling, beer signs on the wooden walls, and a faded crimson building past West Tuscaloosa that the locals call Nick's in the Sticks. This old-school steakhouse has been serving filets alongside deep-fried classics like onion rings and chicken livers long enough that the prices still seem frozen in a different era. The Nicodemus, a fruit punch and four-spirits situation, arrives while you wait, which is a service to everyone involved.

Norm's is a proper diner, the kind where the patty melt arrives with two smashed patties and a stack of Texas toast, and nobody mentions your cholesterol. The menu runs from blueberry pancakes to club sandwiches built with structural ambition, plus a caesar that somehow wanders in with a crisp chicken cutlet. It suits a solo breakfast with a newspaper, a brunch with friends, or the slow recovery from a late night.

Conchas that are fluffy with just enough density to feel substantial without tipping into sweet are Norte 54's calling card, and they're worth tracking down. This pop-up bakery rotates through Mexican pastries and desserts: buñuelos one week, tres leches cake the next, all rooted in nostalgia and sharpened by pastry technique. Catch it at Mission Mercado, Grand Coffee, or Nopalito, depending on the week.

Meat on a stick is the organizing principle here, and the sticks arrive loaded, ten pieces high, with lamb cubes, duck tongues, and frog legs all in the rotation. This Jilin-style BBQ spot in the Inner Sunset is the kind of place that makes vegetarianism feel like a personal attack, though the potato discs and tofu skins are quietly essential. The San Francisco Chronicle named it among the Bay Area's best Chinese restaurants.

Nossa Familia is a coffee shop in Ladd's Addition that buys its beans straight from family farms in Brazil, which explains the subscription club and the loyal following. The room is bright, the espresso runs smooth and chocolatey, and the menu skips the flashy drinks, with one exception. The Bee Sting latte comes with local honey, cardamom, and a little cayenne, so it's the only thing here that fights back.

Every weekend, a sprawling outdoor food market assembles near the Oakland Flea Market, and the density of good options is almost unfair. A towering al pastor trompo gets shaved to order, while a stand called Las Cazuelas works through a rotation of clay-pot guisados that taste like someone's grandmother is running the operation. Carnitas, chicharron by the pound, stuffed gorditas. Bring cash, bring an appetite, and resist the urge to commit to a plan.

A Kyoto-born coffee roaster with a downtown Boston outpost, Ogawa treats the morning latte as a quiet art project, right down to the foam. It's a coffee shop in the composed, Japanese sense: calm, precise, and a little more interesting than you expected. The house blend skews rich and fruity, the hojicha latte earthy and caramel-edged, and seasonal drinks like a smoked maple latte suggest the menu takes itself just seriously enough.

Ohlala is a French bistro wedged between a Starbucks and a Bank of America in a Summerlin strip mall, which is about as far from a Strip brunch as you can get. There's no DJ and no smoking cocktails, just a proper French omelette, a croque monsieur with ham and cheese in every bite, and brie turning up on the burger and in croquettes. Even the pain perdu is savory, made with crusty French bread.