About
Welcome to Canaletto, a culinary gem nestled in the heart of New York City at 208 E 60th St. This charming restaurant is a beloved retreat for locals, offering a haven of outstanding food and exceptional service. With the attentive yet unpretentious staff, Canaletto ensures you will feel right at home as you journey through a menu teeming with fresh, exquisite ingredients.
Those who dine here rave about the glorious offerings that grace the menu. From succulent lamb chops to the delicate halibut, every bite showcases the chef's commitment to freshness. As one enthusiastic diner, Stephen, revealed, the seafood is second to none, with the chef sourcing ingredients directly from Fulton Fish Market three times a week at midnight. There’s an unmistakable difference in quality, particularly showcased in their celebrated tuna tartare, renowned as one of the best in the city. If you’re lucky enough to find it on the menu, the in-season soft shell crab is a must-order that embodies the essence of Canaletto’s dedication to freshness.
Don’t overlook the homemade pasta, which is beautifully crafted and melt-in-your-mouth delicious. As highlighted by patrons, dishes like the Cacio e Pepe exemplify how deceptively simple ingredients can shine when prepared with artistry and care. Pair your meal with an impressively crafted martini from their bar, and you’ll understand the trifecta of culinary excellence that Canaletto is celebrated for.
The desserts, all made in-house, beckon for your attention; Tiramisu is a standout, leaving guests like M.G. pleasantly surprised with its rich yet balanced flavors. Whether you’re stopping by for a relaxed coffee as Phuong Nguyen suggests, or indulging in a complete meal, Canaletto never fails to impress. With its combination of a relaxed atmosphere and passionate attention to detail, this restaurant is not just dining; it’s an experience that will keep you coming back for more. So, if you find yourself in NYC, remember that Canaletto is not just a restaurant, it’s where you come to feel at home—and perhaps, if you believe in culinary serendipity, to tell Elvis that Stephen sent you!