Saba

Saba works Israeli cooking with a specificity that shows in the small things: pita pulled straight from the oven and set down still steaming, meant to be eaten before it cools, not admired first. The salatim and hummus spread aren't filler before the main event — they're the main event, loaded enough to argue for themselves. Smoky harissa chicken and whatever's running seasonal round out a kitchen that clearly knows what it's good at and leans into it.

The Feed Me format, required for larger groups, is the smart way to eat here — course after course landing family-style, the kitchen choosing its own highlights instead of making you guess off a menu. That kind of confidence only works if the food backs it up, and here it does.

A Bib Gourmand is the paper trail. The room and the service match the plates, and Uptown regulars treat it like the neighborhood standard it's become. Nothing about Saba feels like it's coasting on any of that recognition — the pita alone would justify the trip.