"You could walk by Anyway Cafe in the East Village for years without ever noticing it. But after your first sip of dill or black pepper-infused vodka at this Russian bar and restaurant, it’ll be top of mind whenever you want to get vaguely drunk on martinis while sedentary (there’s no standing room here). Everyone in this place seems to be ordering martinis in multiples of at least two, and when the server brings yours over, you’ll have to lean over and sip like a cat to avoid sloshing it all over your candle-lit table. The live accordion or Spanish guitar might tempt you to order a third, but be careful. A wise stranger at a table over once gave us some good advice: “Martinis are like nipples, you should only have two.”" - Arden Shore
Infatuation - Reviews
