Anella is not hidden from the passer-by, but without a sign, its easy to do just that. Inside, its similarly minimalistic, with sparse walls and simple table settings. The staff is as warm and tidy as the restaurant’s atmosphere and we had nice chat with the bartender who was making a grapefruit-lime mocktail (they continue to await the arrival of their liquor license that’s taking its sweet time – sigh).
We decided to dine on the lighter side and ordered two appetizers and a salad, but were shocked by the large portions that arrived. The bruschetta of the day was three towers of roasted vegetables perched on small toasts and drizzled in a sticky balsamic dressing. In between difficult bites (hard to unhinge your jaw when you’re not a snake), we feasted on the abundant beet salad that was cold and crisp. Yesterday’s carpaccio of the day was a sushi-grade tuna dressed with freshly squeezed lemon and a homemade aioli. I missed it when it was all gone and it was gone quickly.
Our bill totaled around $23 dollars which was perfect for a person waiting to get paid. I imagine that not having drinks was what ultimately kept the cost down, but with cocktails not on the menu, I hardly missed them.
Afterward we went to have a drink at Anella’s neighbor, TBD. While there, a waiter from next door came running over with a hot plate in hand: A pizza right out of Anella’s oven for the bartender’s dinner. As I watched the bartender hand the waiter a couple bucks, I was further impressed by the already intact sense of community Anella seemed to have – how it just dove right in to Greenpoint.
222 Franklin St