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| - Note #1: CASH ONLY. However, they do have an ATM inside and will give you $1 off your meal if you use it.
Note #2: They have a Facebook page...
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dari-Villa-Restaurant/149962818358775#!/pages/Dari-Villa-Restaurant/149962818358775?sk=info
For 34 years, this old-fashioned diner has stood in Bellevue, the home of comics artist Ron Frenz, the man who designed Spider-Man's black costume...
http://www.milehighcomics.com/cgi-bin/backissue.cgi?action=fullsize&issue=77906321824%20252
Betcha didn't know that. Geekiness aside, I had no idea this joint existed until I used some Google-fu in the hopes of finding some brunch this beautiful fall morn.
And find good, good grub we did.
When you walk in, you'll find that time is motionless here. Stools that resemble upright dumbbells line a counter over which cooks labor lovingly over a steaming, sizzling griddle. Weathered booths have coat hangers sticking out from behind them. The help are all middle-aged and beyond. You feel as if you've known them for most of your life even though you've never seen them before.
We arrived shortly after 11AM, and because of this, I almost ordered breakfast, but my readers know that I can't resist a burger challenge when I come across one.
Along comes the D-V Burger, a behemoth with the combined DNA of 5 McDonald's Big Macs and 10 Eat 'N Park Superburgers. It is triple-deckered and quadruple the flavor and texture of any fast food burger. Veggies (lettuce, tomato, onion, and coins of dill pickle) and a "secret sauce" inhabit the first floor. Bread and smashed, blackened, flattop patties of protein rule the rest of this tower. The bun's brown crust is a throwback; its cushiony freshness an inspiration as the dressing remains an exquisite mystery. Upon first gaze, the burger itself was already catapulted into my Hall Of Fame. 20 minutes later, the burger was in my stomach, its soul rising to Diner Valhalla.
The side order of fries were commendably, flawlessly golden and crisp.
The form of my dessert destructor came from a waffle iron.
Enter: The Waffle Supreme. Massive, brown, fluffy, imposing to behold, and resembling the topographical image of a circular labyrinth, the waffle is topped with golden vanilla ice cream, strawberry sauce, and whipped cream.
Having it for breakfast would be oh so inappropriate yet oh so delectably decadent.
With two monsters slain, I paid my tab, tipped our waitress well, and headed back to Brookline with Kay behind the wheel. Today was a great Sunday to die.
P.S. Kay's corned beef hash was nice 'n crispy. Her biscuits and gravy were homemade heaven.
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