Apella has broken the Second Law Of Thermodynamics known as the Law Of Entropy. For our purposes herein, the Law Of Entropy maintains that sooner or later everything good will eventually turn to sh*t. (Note how Pete Keller of The NY Times gleefully stripped Per Se of two of its four stars.) Entropy most always holds true for local restaurants: A few good reviews and they race downhill faster than an Olympic Bobsled. But not Apella. A recent Saturday night visit informs us that if anything, Apella has improved since we first raved about it in July of 2015 ([BROKEN LINK REMOVED]) Please reread that review because everything we wrote at that time remains true with one small improvement. Our new server.
Servers most always fall on one side of the line or the other. The line? On the one side you’ll find Chatty Cathy (or Gabby Gary) who, by the time you’re eating desert, has told you their entire life story including genealogy and astrological leanings without giving you the slightest hint of what’s best on the menu. (They all but seem slighted if you don’t ask them to sit and share your food.) On the other side is Sam or Sara Snot-Nose. They relish correcting your pronunciation and do their damnedest to make you feel as if you’re lucky they deign speaking to you at all. But no sir (or ma’am). Not our server, Maria (blonde haired, blue eyed and Greek as the the Athenian Arocpolis) She was friendly and personable without being unctuous, and exceptionally knowledgeable without any extraneous show of erudition. Maria was perfect, and perfectly helpful. Ask for her. (Also, ask for the simple Horiatiki Salata (needs a little salt) and Captain Mike’s Mix Grill. That delicious combination easily feeds a very hungry three or even four. Opa!