Psomi

Psomi means bread, and the kitchen builds its whole argument around that word. This is a Greek bakery-café that treats carbs as the headline act rather than the side dish: stuffed pitas, loukoumades soaked in honey, an everything bagel worth ordering on its own, a horiatiki salad anchored by a baguette baked that same morning. The bread basket, with seasonal jam and clarified butter, is the kind of thing you order on principle and then can't stop eating.

Weekend brunch is where the place proves its case. The dining room fills fast, walls hung with Greek prints under alabaster chandeliers, but three stone patios give the crowd somewhere to spread out. Grab a cranberry walnut boule from the bakery counter on your way out — it's not an afterthought, it's the same discipline that runs the rest of the menu.

Four straight years of Bib Gourmand recognition and a spot on a national list aren't accidents. They're confirmation of what's obvious at the table: a neighborhood Greek spot that decided to be genuinely excellent at bread, and then built everything else to match it.