Anthony J's Bistro in Mystic, Connecticut is another of those spots the locals seem to know and love, referring to it as a place with 'really good food and drinks'. On that note, I decided to investigate.
Inside, the place is covered in dark wood from floor to ceiling, only broken by wall sections made of massive gray bricks. An extremely colorful mural depicting what I assume is a night at Anthony J's distracts you through the entire meal (at least it did for my sister and me). Not only is it very outdated, but it is comical as the “people” on it are of different races, shades, and personalities. I give props to the idea of being all inclusive, but it came as across as trying too hard. But then yet again, it might just be the owner's joke on us. Portrayed, there is a diner-like waitress with big hair carrying a tray high up above her head, an Asian woman sitting at the bar next to a man with a red beard, an African American male wearing bright yellow in the fore front, and a promiscuous looking blonde at the bar chatting up an overweight, bald man. Also, a man with a stiff posture, red bow tie and suspenders, who I think of as “the connoisseur” of the wall, further proves that the bistro attracts all types of people.
Anthony J's is an Italian bistro serving the classics, among them bolognese, fettuccine carbonara, osso bucco, antipasta, and small selection of stone pizza pies. For starters, I ordered the veal meatballs with homemade marinara sauce, and calamari fritti, as per recommendation. The meatballs had a light flavor, probably from the choice of meat, and were less crumbly than the meatballs I am used to. The marinara was straightforward, and overall the dish had less spices and herbs than could have been used, but good nonetheless.
The calamari fritti was squid tossed with red cherry peppers and bread crumbs. Their calamari is pan fried, not deep fried, which does not give it that greasy, oil taste. The squid was cooked perfectly, not chewy at all, but tender and soft. It was very spicy, which I liked, but it lacked salt. In my opinion, a wedge of lemon would have added a splash of acidity to brighten up the dish.
Unique to the menu of any Italian restaurant, but perhaps common to Korean cuisine, is their Hot Rocks. Stones imported from Italy are heated to a scorching 650 degrees. Guests chose from seafood scampi, steak teriyaki, and cajun spiced chicken (the two latter being very traditional Italian, ahem!) and cook the proteins themselves. Other tables around us, from what I overheard, were hesitant to order this since it would require them having to cook, which is after all the main reason people dine out. I liked the interactiveness of the dish and decided to try the seafood scampi. I heard the sizzle before I saw the waitress approaching us carrying the smoking board. On it was a square stone with seafood in a straight line- four scallops, two shrimp, lobster knuckles, small pieces of salmon, and some calamari. I enjoy my scallops and salmon cooked more medium that my sister does, and the stone allowed us to have seafood our way. The seafood, however, lacked seasoning again, and none of the Hot Rocks items include a side. We ordered a simple garden salad with tomato basil vinaigrette since the meal would have then felt incomplete.
For dessert, we got the tiramisu made in house. It was sweet, light, and airy. It was rich, but not overwhelming. It did not get the Kahlua and coffee flavors listed on the description, and I felt it had less lady finger than other tiramisu I have had or made.
Like with many of the restaurants in small towns, with Anthony J's “it is what it is”.