Until recently, Anthony's Bar was strictly a lunch joint where attorneys, developers, bankers and media elite could be seen sharing bowls of potato chips in a noonday truce not unlike war-weary soldiers exchanging Christmas carols with their enemies. Now, with the coming of erstwhile downtown hipoisie tycoon Blake Brokaw, Anthony's (an offshoot of Tony's next door) has initiated dinner service. Fortunately for the day crowd, the evening's finer dining has had no impact on the lunch menu. Lunch choices at Anthony's consist primarily of soups, sandwiches and salads, with few items priced higher than $8. The house specialty is the hamburger, but among this crowd of pinstripers, the Caesar salad is most popular. Beyond the food, the real draw of Anthony's is its '70s-chic décor, accented by a brushed-metal bar where the solo diner can read the Wall Street Journal, sip a bloody and smoke a Pall Mall in relative peace and quiet. Table dining is limited to a few small tables around the bar, making Anthony's the coziest restaurant in all of downtown. Word of caution: Anthony's doesn't take reservations, and you and your power-lunching partner will likely have a ten-minute wait if you arrive during the noon hour.