Great food is not hard to come by in New York. Genuinely surprising food that still manages to taste good is more difficult, and that’s why Desnuda feels like such a find. Check out this week’s review of the restaurant–eating there was the most fun I’ve had at a restaurant in a long time. I love the total lack of pretension, the bad jokes made by the co-owner and the way the chef putters around and comes up with a ceviche he just invented that second, one that is likely to be delicious. It’s just a great little spot. A friend suggested that it would be a good date restaurant, because the improvisatory nature of a meal there gives you lots to talk about. Get the bong-smoked oysters and find out if your date has a sense of humor.
122 East 7th Street