Asher Isaacs
Google
The kitchen at Annabelle’s? Absolute Cinema.
Behind the curtain, Chef Kelvin is running the show. Every plate drops like a Kanye tweet: unexpected, explosive, and you can’t look away. The man’s a genius… or insane. With food this good, I don’t care which.
Front of house? Chaos, comedy, and carbs. Maria doesn’t just take orders, she plays chess with them, always three moves ahead. One second I’m asking about specials, the next I’m locked into three courses like Drake signing teenagers to OVO: too easy, no resistance.
And Jerry, lead server? He struts around apron-less like he owns the patent on denim. “Why doesn’t Jerry wear an apron?” Because Jerry can. You question it, you’re out.
The food came out so fast I thought I was in Fast & Furious: Pasta Drift. By the time the mains hit, I forgot I even ordered. Chef Kelvin must’ve hit the NOS.
It’s not just a restaurant, it’s a fever dream. Come for the food, stay for the experience. I’ll definitely be coming back. Thank you to Chef Kelvin and the team!