"I'm baaaaaaaaack!" Think about that statement as if it was said by my homie Slim Chin (Click on the link)
Now it's sing song time...
I'm in my Delta sky whip right now, idling, so I think it's time to get back to hitting you with nothing but the illest eating spots in NYC. Oh, and a maaaaajor upgrade to the site: I have a "photog". Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that Joshua Jackson has joined the Food Mave website as an associate photographer and contributor. These pictures that you are about to see were taken by the one and only J. Jaxx. *Standing Ovay*
J Jaxx is one of my bestest friends, and I decided to visit him in the BK for brunch last Sunday. After we both hit the gym (separately), we sought to hit this wonderful spot called EGG at 135 North 5th Street in Williamsburg, but the G train - the worst train in America - stopped 3 stations short of our destination and proceeded to give up on life. Stranded, my boy J Jaxx pulled out his trusty iPhone and found us a spot near Nostrand and Lafayette. It was there (or near there) that we laid eyes on Ms. Dahlia's Cafe, a quaint brunch spot in BK that I will visit again.
Miss Dahlia's is a small spot: Walk four steps in and you are already at the counter, which smacks you with some of the tastiest and perfectly-crafted pastries you've seen in a while (CakeManRaven and Make My Cake vaguely enter my mind).
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| Ain't these pics silly?? |
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| I call these Zoolander cupcakes...Rediculously good-looking cupcakes |
I was starving, so I didn't do the cakes this time around. Instead, Jaxx and I opted for the scrambled eggs, turkey bacon ("that swine ain't divine"...j/k, it is!), and biscuit. When I say this was the one of the best platters of the combination I have had in NYC I mean:
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The turkey bacon was JUICY. I mean, can you not see the juice flowin' off this pic? (Josh really is the man for this pic.) The bacon was not burnt like that hooked up by your boys at the bodega, and it wasn't fake-tasting like dem "Golden Arch" boys do. They make that bacon as soon as it's ordered and not a minute sooner.
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| I call this picture M&A..bankers will get this. |
Perhaps the best part of the meal was that flaky biscuit. The biscuit was buttery without the greasiness associated with that of my Popeye's ninjas (I still love 'em biscuits, tho', especially from the spot on 125th and St. Nich - they have the best Popeye's biscuits in the City). It was nice to know that I could eat a really flavorful biscuit - its rich taste Harlem shaking on my palette - and not feel like death was about to be knockin' on my door.
I washed my food down with a hot moca, which I appreciated partially because you could actually taste the chocolate in the moca. You see, chocolate isn't meant to be sweetened with sugar and additives. While all that stuff IS tasty, it is simply not chocolate. If you have been to Ghana and have actually had real coco, then you know what I'm talking about. Chale!
Service: Now, if you read my first blog posting, a Traveshammockery, then you know I do not play when it comes to service. I am str8 cold-hearted when it comes to leaving tips and have been known to leave $0 tip with a 2 paragraph composition explaining the fallacies of their definition of "service". I must say that such was not the case at Miss Dahlia's. Because the place is so small, everyone can hear everyone's conversation with the cashier and we, as an establishment, cracked up together on multiple occasions. It was like a family brunch, and the people that the place attract seem really cool.
In conclusion, Miss Dhalia's is now a staple in the brunch rotation. If you want a place that's free from pretense and a place that feels like home, hit up Miss Dhalia's. Tell them that Kwad and J. Jaxx sent ya.
Peace.
