Pylos is a lovely Greek haven in the East Village. The interior is extremely soothing, with blue and white walls that recall the style of the Greek islands, and rustic clay pots hanging from the ceiling. From the looks of the restaurant, one would hardly expect it to be rustic, as the interior emulates “trendy” more than “homey.” But the food speaks for itself: from the beet salad to the fresh grilled dorado to the dessert of yogurt with sour cherry, honey and walnut, everything tastes fresh, clean and pure. If only they had tables big enough to hold all the dishes I ordered, and if only the waiters were less eager to clear plates off the table any and every chance they got. If I’m still eating, I want to be left alone!