Naked Farmer — Restaurant in Sarasota

I was looking forward to trying this place all week. This place seemed like it was right up my alley: the food was fresh, healthy, and sourced from local farmers. I told the employee that it was my first time there, as I was confused as to how the process worked as there were no signs explaining the menu or ingredients. The only explanation of the food provided were labels on all of the ingredients. I asked the employee if there were nuts in the pesto, to which she hesitantly responded “no.” That was good enough for me, as I love pesto and I was excited to try my meal. I sat down and tried my meal and all was well for the first 10 minutes. The vegetables were tasty and fresh. I was enjoying my meal, already planning my next visit to this place when all of a sudden, I felt my throat begin to swell. Confused, as the employee told me there were no nuts in the pesto, I grabbed a menu to try to figure out the cause of my reaction. Apparently, there were cashews in the green beans and pistachios in the carrots. Who puts nuts in vegetables?! I noticed that on the carrots there was some nut-looking ingredient, but saw on the label that it said “oats,” so I assumed that is what it was. For an establishment that brands itself on health-consciousness, it’s appalling that there aren’t clearer labels explaining which menu items contain allergens. Why are the only menus at the cash register? This problem could easily be solved by simply placing menus at the start of the line to explain the process for choosing your meal and to disclose which items contain allergens. Just wasted $25 on this place ($17 for the meal plus $8 for the Benadryl I had to buy from Target). Never stepping foot...

Honest review from a normal man. Look at my other reviews, I do love and appreciate good food:

I'm going to say that the Naked Farmer menu may be good for some people, but not everyone will like this style of food. The food is piled into one bowl, mixed together. And so overly complicated, many will be shaking their heads as to why. Most will think it's elevated, but it is not.

The menu is not plain by any means with some sides so dressed up they are off-putting. The corn tastes fine but could do with less of everything they added to it, or just call it a corn salad. The sweet potato fries are good but surprisingly unseasoned. Offer some more sides for normal people trying to get a good meal. The menu is overly complicated and limited at the same time.

The charred chicken and steak are good by themselves and do pair with some of the sides. The rosemary chicken is way too... rosemary-y. The highlight was the mac n cheese. Although it is good, the crumbles on top take away from the flavor. It becomes too much.

It's almost like they are taking a basic hearty food, and over spicing everything. I don't need radishes in my corn, it just doesn't need to be there. Just serve me some really good tasting corn. The brown rice was fine/good but again it had so many seasonings in it, it overpowered the charred chicken.

Sadly, it was not worth $74.63 for three meals, to me. And we had to clear, dispose of left over food and put the dishes in the specific drawers for them to cart off to the dishwasher. At these prices, someone can clear tables.

Overall I would be hard...

Naked Farmer – Where the Prices Are Fully Dressed but the Portions Are Emotionally Unavailable

Ah, Naked Farmer. The name suggests rustic charm and wholesome simplicity—but what you actually get is a $19 quinoa bowl served on a tray that looks like it came from a middle school cafeteria.

The vibe? Imagine if a farmer had a trust fund and took a semester of culinary school before deciding chairs were “a capitalist construct.”

Do you enjoy eating $23 salads while someone’s yoga-clad backside hovers dangerously close to your face? Then congratulations—Naked Farmer is your new spiritual home.

The seating arrangement feels like a social experiment sponsored by IKEA and anxiety. Tables are crammed together with zero regard for personal space, so if you’ve ever wanted to literally taste someone else’s oat milk breath while they shout “Can I sub the farro for sorghum?”—this is your moment.

It’s part cafeteria, part co-working space, and 100% overpriced. And don’t even try to make a discreet exit—you’ll need to limbo under someone’s compostable tray just to leave.

Come for the farm-to-table vibes, stay because you’re physically trapped between a tech bro and a girl named Sage who brought her emotional support...