Out on the street, opposite Gertrude Contemporary Art Spaces, a man and a woman of overtly artistic leanings are thumbing manuscripts, drinking Spanish beer, smoking fat rollies and talking on telephones. All at the same time.
At another table, under the still-glorious evening sun, two mid-20s girls are drinking beer and sharing modest plates of food.
Go inside, and three guys at the copper-clad bar are finishing what appears to have been a long, mid-afternoon Sunday tapas session; a table of chefs down from Sydney with their girlfriends is working its way through the menu with gusto; and at the very back, around what serves as the high, communal table, a group of fiftysomething males is enjoying an early dinner.
It's a scene that is pure Fitzroy, 2008. In a brief time, Anada has arrived and conquered, adding new vigour to Gertrude Street with unpretentious style, a low-fi vibe and an intangible memory of a lost Spanish moment that is perfectly pitched for the times and the area. It's a happy little place.
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