Saturday, April 4, 2015

Dottie’s True blue café

"It is impossible to experience one's own death and still carry a tune." ~ Woody Allen

(No official web-site; there used to be one, but it doesn't seem to be operable any longer… or shorter.)

Place: Dottie's True blue café 
Location: 28 Sixth Street (on the corner of Stevenson Street; about halfway between Market and Mission Streets); phonicular contact: (415) 885-2767
Hours: open for breakfast Thursday through Monday at 7:30am
Meal: Sweet Potato Caramelized Red Onion & Gruyère Tart  ~ served with two eggs any style and fruit; and a cuppa (and a coupla refillas) the house Coffee

(There is no real juxtaselections with today's EweToobular videos. They just happened to be playing a version of "St. James Infirmary" on the house stereo this morning at Dottie's. It may have been Cab Calloway's version. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the Hidey-Ho man; I just happen to prefer ol' Satchmo and George Ivan better.)

("Thanks!" go to Billy D. Taylor for the recent Shoe comic strip pointer.)

New Baseball Season ~ time to break out my Breakfastary Starting Rotation once again. So I headed back on over to Dottie's True blue café (see last 'blog-entry from January 4th, 2015). They were a few minutes late opening up this morning as they seemed to have lost the key to the front gates/door. They ended up herding us all around to the entrance in the alley (Stevenson Street); all the while trying to maintain the correct order of everyone that was already waiting in line (there were about 30 people by then). I happened to be at the front of the line just behind a French family of four (and, with two German touristas directly behind me, it felt like WWII all over again). It was all a bit comical, but they seemed to finally find the key to the front gates a few minutes after seating all of the initial alley-dwellers.

A few of the other items off their weekly specials blackboard that I know I would have enjoyed (and have many times in the past) were: Avocado, Tomato, Jalapeño, Scallion, Corn, & Feta Frittata (served with toast and potatoes); Spinach-Provolone Strata (served with Italian sausage, roasted tomatoes, and fruit; I would have 86-ed the porky products, of course); Pear-Cranberry French Toast (with pure maple syrup; because that un-pure stuff just ain't right); or my ultimate favourite (which I just had on my last visit) Zucchini Cakes topped with poached eggs and spicy Marinara (served with fruit and potatoes). In addition to their standard menu and weekly specials, Dottie's fresh-baked goods blackboard presents a virtual panoply of possible foci for the tongue. I hoped that I talked the Frenchies into ordering at least one or two pieces of something from there.

The tart was very good as always. I have had this many times before and the ingredients can vary during different times of the year/seasons. This dish used to be called a "galette"[1], but Kurt ended up changing it to the more tourista-friendly, simply-named "tart" after idiots (myself included) would always ask him what the heck a "galette" was. Basically, the difference between a "tart" and a "galette" is whatever you want to make of it. I went with my eggs over medium this morning.

Today's mini-bowl of fruits was pretty extensive once again: blackberries, strawberries, blueberries, white/green grapes, red grapes, pineapple, cantaloupe, honeydew melon, and watermelon.[2]

For condimentary supplementation, Dottie's has a pretty decent selection, too. I simply used some (well, a lot) of Tabasco® Brand Chipotle Pepper Sauce on the eggs only. I didn't want to mess with the "galette" flavours in any way.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: SPCRO&G Galette ~ 6.8


2. Pop quiz. How many of the nine fruits listed are actually botanical berries?

Answer: just the blueberries, grapes (both the white/green and red), and watermelon (yes, watermelon).


  1. Ewe Wendt two Maggie's again?

    1. ♪ "They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
      I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more..." ♪