Terra Plata

If there ever was a brunch worth getting really painful sunburn on your shoulders for, it’s this one. Terra Plata’s rooftop garden and Spanish breakfast makes us slather on the aloe vera and do it all over again. We’ve always had pretty pleasant breakfasts here, starting with patatas bravas, and ending with some aloe vera—the roof is a UV inferno during the summer.

Our only complaint is that the homemade waffled potato chips with white truffle salt and stunning pecorino-chive cème fraîche are no longer available for brunch, so you'll have to return at sunset for wine and snacks to get those. But something tells us that's a non-issue.