"Imagine a jazz quartet performing a basement punk show—fast and raw, but improvisational and imbued with technical brilliance. That’s the energy at the Stanbury, which simultaneously seems to be many locals’ favorite restaurant and yet somewhat under the radar. There’s no predictable setlist (or in this case, menu on the website) but the ever-experimental kitchen reliably delivers playful bites, like the recent Nashville hot chicken with ramp ranch and roasted carrots tikka masala. There are no reservations, so arrive early—the waitlist starts at 4:30pm—or towards the end of dinner service." - eric ginsburg