Coconuts is a clifftop palapa bar on the wild east coast — a long-running expat institution that has been serving cold beer and grilled fish to anyone who finds it for thirty years. The setting is the draw: tables under thatched roofs perched above the Caribbean, with views down to a small empty cove far below.
The food is straightforward — fish tacos, ceviche, burgers — and the prices reflect the captive audience, but the place earns its reputation on the location, the sunset, and the cheerful disorder of the staff. Cash only and they shut early; come for a long lunch, not a late dinner.