Breakfast at DBar

PREFACE: I'm supposed to be reading about categories of culpability in my criminal law textbook, but I decided to write about our breakfast instead.

Dining at Dbar

OK, so it wasn't really breakfast, since we didn't get there until after noontime. We were supposed to go to McKenna's but it was too crowded.

Nestled next to a Dunkin Donuts on scenic Dorchester Avenue, and conveniently located across the street from Monro Muffler -- home of the Wednesday "Ladies Night" discount oil change -- DBar was obviously bound for greatness.

I gotta be honest, I knew that Dbar was a gay bar, but I didn't think it would be quite as gay on Sunday. Turns out, it was still pretty gay. Lots of gay couples and gay waitstaff, etc. I liked it though, a little slice of the South End in Dorchester.

The glassware was also fancier than I've been recently used to. David drank his mimosa, seemingly, out of a skinny vase. And our coffee cups were cute and small, as opposed to the huge plastic Suffolk University mug that I normally drink out of, or the giant McKenna's mugs. I was also pleasantly surprised that Dbar offers outdoor seating, which is nicely fenced in as to shut out a lot of the grimy Dot Ave atmosphere. (I did struggle with whether or not to wear my sunglasses or not, but in the end, I did. I know, my life is pretty hard.)

Although David initially chose to sit and read The Weekly Dig to himself, I quickly reminded him that I was also at the restaurant with him, and we engaged in lovely, serious conversation. I also liked the way David looks when he's sipping his mimosa out of the skinny vase. Mmm, sexy.

Anyway, our food was excellent. Sure, our cute little coffee cups had to be refilled, and the cute little gay waiter didn't come over to refill them right away, and the food did seem to take a looong time to come out, but that was ok because it was so good. I had an omelet with goat cheese, mushrooms, and chives. There was also homefries and toast. The toast wasn't impressive at all, but the homefries were excellent -- had a little kick to them. The omelet was also perfectly cooked -- not burnt at all, and folded over very precisely.

David's french toast was probably the best I've ever had. The bread was about two inches thick and super buttery, and covered in blueberries and strawberries and drizzles with some sort of fruit sauce. He also got a big old plate of sausages, which, despite it's excessive $4-5 cost, he claims was "worth it." Those sausages did look good.

I eat like a vacuum cleaner, although I did try to savor every bite of this meal. It's a testament to Dbar's food that it is now 5:22 p.m. and I am still full. I am stuffed. This is a miracle, because I can really pack it in.

In the end, would I go back to Dbar? Yeah, sure, although not on a regular basis because it was a little pricey. It's no early-bird special from McKenna's. BUT, I still very much enjoyed our unexpected journey to Dbar.