Blaring Backstreet Boys melodies and tabletops filled with bottomless guacamole—let me introduce you to every girl’s fantasy: Añejo brunch. Two of us strolled the quaint streets of TriBeCa, graciously stumbling upon this lovely Mexican hangout. From the outside looking in, our expectations were set at sharing a carafe of margaritas in the sunshine with the laid back frequents of this neighborhood.
Boy, were we wrong. Instantly selecting the bottomless cocktail option, we were faced with the tough decision to kick off with mimosas, sangria, or Bloody Marias—the tequila lover’s sister to the traditional Bloody Mary. I was overjoyed when I found out we could bounce between drinks; I tend to be a bit fussy when it comes to brunch beverages.
Unlimited fresh guacamole quickly became a brunch essential in my book. This six dollar per person add-on at the table is a must at Añejo. Warm, crispy chips (I’m assuming homemade with just the perfect amount of seasoning) accompanied the chunky dip. Fortunately, entrees were not bottomless because I probably could’ve eaten one of each menu item.
My company ordered first, selecting the morning tacos, which were also top of my mind. The juicy braised pork and tomatillo drizzle sat with a fluffy bed of scrambled eggs. He wished there were three tacos rather than just two but other than that smirked ¡delicioso!
Scrambling to peg my dish, I lent my ear to our waitress for a recommendation. Without hesitation, she suggested the huevos rancheros, and this Bitch was sold. I didn’t even read the description in hand but was incredibly surprised to learn the fried egg sat upon a miniature black bean and Oaxaca cheese quesadilla instead of a crispy tortilla. This feeling stemming from the fact that I’d just devoured two baskets of chips, chorizo home fries, and greens took a back seat to the show-stopping main portion of the dish.
Smiling twenty-something faces bouncing and laughing to bumping 90s hits rounded out the fun ambiance. What was advertised as a two-hour bottomless affair transformed into four-and-a-half hours of bliss thanks to our generous waitress.
The Bitches say: A-. While the food may not be award-worthy, the lively environment and flowing libations make for an unforgettable brunch.
301 Church Street
New York, NY 10013
Añejo serves brunch on Saturday and Sunday starting at 11:30 a.m.