Bryce Canyon Mid-range
One lodge dining room inside, a few places in Bryce Canyon City, and not much else. Stock up in Panguitch or bring it.
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A short ride in New York: $12–25 across town — pricey
From the airport: JFK to Manhattan $70–95 by app, against a flat $70 yellow-cab fare plus tolls
In most American cities there is effectively no taxi trade left to compare with.
One lodge dining room inside, a few places in Bryce Canyon City, and not much else. Stock up in Panguitch or bring it.
Nothing in the park — no food, no petrol, one water tap at a couple of places. Joshua Tree village and Twentynine Palms have the restaurants, and Pioneertown’s Pappy & Harriet’s is worth the drive.
The reason to come. Gumbo, jambalaya, po-boys, crawfish in spring and oysters in months with an R. Eat at Cochon or Willie Mae’s rather than the tourist rooms on Bourbon, get beignets at Café du Monde at 3am when there is no queue, and drink a Sazerac where a bartender makes it properly.
Springdale, at the gate, has everything and charges for the location. There is one place inside the park. Buy food in Hurricane or St George on the way.
A brewery, a few good places on Main Street, and the rest is what a town of five thousand with two million visitors can manage. Book dinner in season.
Furnace Creek and Stovepipe Wells have the only food in the park and it is expensive. Buy everything in Pahrump or Beatty.
The lodges have dining rooms and there is little else. Whitefish and Kalispell are the towns; buy what you need there.
Barbecue is the reason: brisket by the pound, eaten off butcher paper, and the queue at the famous places starts before they open. Breakfast tacos are the other institution, and the Tex-Mex is the real thing rather than the export version.
Food carts are the institution — whole car parks of them, and better than the restaurants they undercut. Voodoo and Blue Star for doughnuts, coffee taken seriously everywhere, and the best beer selection in America.
The cheesesteak argument — Pat’s, Geno’s, and the places locals name instead; roast pork with broccoli rabe, which is the better sandwich; Reading Terminal Market for everything; and the Italian Market in South Philly.
Southern and unapologetic: shrimp and grits, fried green tomatoes, she-crab soup, and Mrs Wilkes’ boarding-house lunch if you will queue. The Grey, in an old bus station, is the restaurant people fly in for.
Green chile on everything, and the only question anyone asks is red or green — say Christmas and get both. Sopaipillas, posole, and the Santa Fe Farmers’ Market. The restaurant scene is far better than a town of 80,000 should have.
The buffet is not what it was and the good eating is now the chef restaurants and, better, the strip malls off the Strip: Chinatown on Spring Mountain Road has the best food in the city by a distance, and costs a quarter of what the casinos charge. Free drinks while you gamble are still real, and the tip is a dollar a drink.
The park food is park food. Curry Village and the Ahwahnee dining room are the two ends of it; the village store sells what a picnic needs. Eat in El Portal or Mariposa on the way in.
Hot chicken, which is a specific thing invented here and is genuinely painful at the top heat — start at medium. Meat-and-three, which is a plate at a cafeteria and is the real local lunch. And biscuits, which are not what a British visitor expects.
Kona coffee at the farms it comes from; poke, plate lunch and loco moco; malasadas; and the Saturday farmers’ market in Hilo, which is where the island shops.
Half-smokes at Ben’s Chili Bowl; Ethiopian on Ninth Street, which is the best outside Addis; the Maine Avenue fish market, the oldest in the country; and a restaurant scene in Shaw and Union Market that has arrived.
Fish tacos, which crossed the border and stayed; California burritos, with the chips inside; Little Italy’s Saturday market; and the best craft beer scene in the country, in North Park and Miramar.
The reason a lot of people come: shrimp and grits, she-crab soup, whole hog barbecue, and Gullah cooking that predates all of it. Husk, FIG and Rodney Scott’s are the names; the Sunday brunch culture is serious.
A good small restaurant scene for a town of ten thousand, priced for the visitors. Elote Cafe is the name people queue for. Buy groceries in West Sedona rather than in Uptown.
Jackson has the restaurants and the prices of a ski town; Dornan’s in the park does pizza with the best view in Wyoming. Buy groceries in Jackson.
Ski-town and lake-town food, with a few good places at each end. South Lake has the casinos and the buffets; Truckee and Tahoe City have the restaurants people drive to.
Date shakes, which are a valley institution; a good restaurant row on Palm Canyon Drive; and the Thursday night VillageFest street market. Nothing here is cheap in season.
Park food is captive-audience food. El Tovar dining room is the exception and needs booking well ahead. Otherwise bring your own — there are picnic areas with the best views in the country.
There is no food in the park worth planning around — pack lunches from Anchorage or the Healy grocery. The canyon strip outside the entrance has a handful of decent places for a season that lasts from June to mid-September, and everything closes the moment it ends.
Park food is park food and there is no way around it. The lodges do a decent dinner if you book weeks ahead. The better plan is a cool box: the gateway towns have supermarkets and there is nowhere better to eat a sandwich than a pull-out in the Lamar Valley at seven in the morning.
LA’s best food is not fine dining — it is tacos from a truck, Korean barbecue in Koreatown, and Thai food in Thai Town. Grand Central Market downtown is a good single-stop introduction.
Little Havana for Cuban food — a cortadito and a medianoche sandwich for a few dollars. Ocean Drive restaurants are tourist traps with mandatory service charges; walk two blocks inland instead.
King crab, halibut and salmon, and reindeer sausage from a cart outside the 4th Avenue market — which sounds like a gimmick and is genuinely good. The city has a better restaurant scene than its size suggests, because everyone who works in the bush eats here on the way through.
Deep dish is a tourist food and Chicagoans will tell you so; the local pizza is thin and cut in squares. What to eat instead: an Italian beef, dipped, with giardiniera. A Chicago dog, and never with ketchup. And the city has one of the best restaurant scenes in America once you leave the Loop.
Salmon, Dungeness crab and oysters, which are the point of being here. Pike Place is for looking rather than eating — Ballard and Capitol Hill are where the good restaurants are. And the original Starbucks has a forty-minute queue for coffee that is the same as every other Starbucks.
Poke by the pound from a supermarket counter, which is how the island eats it; plate lunch — two scoops of rice, macaroni salad and something grilled; malasadas from a bakery in the morning; and the food trucks in Pāʻia and on the Hana road.
Plate lunch and poke, as everywhere in Hawaiʻi; shave ice in Hanalei; and the Kauaʻi Community Market on Saturdays. The north shore is expensive and thin on options — buy in Līhuʻe.
Key lime pie, conch fritters, and the shrimp; Cuban sandwiches and café con leche, which is the island’s other half. Eat away from Duval Street and the price halves.
A handful of restaurants along ninety miles, all expensive, some very good. Nepenthe for the view, Big Sur Bakery for the rest. There is no supermarket; bring what you need.
Halibut, salmon, spot prawns and Dungeness crab, at their best from a place that buys off the boats rather than one on the dock aimed at the two-hour visitor. The Alaskan Brewing Company is here and is better than the souvenir cans suggest.
Poke from a supermarket counter, not a restaurant — Foodland does it better than most sit-down places for a third of the price. Plate lunch, malasadas, shave ice with azuki beans at the bottom, and garlic shrimp from a truck on the North Shore.
Clam chowder, lobster roll (cold with mayonnaise here, warm with butter in Maine, and people have opinions), and oysters from Wellfleet. The North End is Italian and the queue outside Mike's Pastry is for cannoli, though Modern Pastry across the street is the local answer.
One of the densest concentrations of serious restaurants in the country — the French Laundry is the famous one and needs booking the moment the calendar opens. The Oxbow Public Market in Napa is the version that does not.
Dollar pizza slices are a NYC staple. Skip chains. Every neighborhood has incredible food — Chinatown, Little Italy, Jackson Heights (Queens) for Indian.
The Mission for burritos and Chinatown for dim sum are the two things everyone gets right. Beyond that, this is one of the great eating cities: sourdough, Dungeness crab in winter, and a Ferry Building farmers’ market on Saturdays that is a sight in its own right. Book Alcatraz weeks ahead — it sells out, and the ferry is the only way there.
The cost rating is this site's own, for a visitor, from the guides' authors and the corrections readers send in. The general rules — the conversion prompt, shoulder season, the airport taxi — are in budget travel tips.