I woke up this Monday knowing that there was no place to be, nothing on my schedule and no one in particular to see. As opposed to other fully packed weekends and as preparation for the upcoming week in San Diego, I decided to relax this weekend. On Sunday, I did absolutely nothing at all but stay indoors and catch up on my summer reading. Towards the end of the day, I started to become stir crazy. So I promised myself to go out the next day to do some exploring, treat myself to brunch and maybe a little window shopping.
Porto’s was almost my first choice to get grab some breakfast but I wanted to try something different that would take me out of my element. I actually did some research of where I wanted to go and finally decided on Doughboys Bakery on 3rd. It’s a mere stone’s throw away from the Farmer’s Market on 3rd and Fairfax. I’ve read both good and bad things about this establishment from Chowhound. Specifically that parking was difficult, service is dreadfully slow and getting seated could take up to an hour. I was hoping to overcome both those things by coming in on Monday knowing very well that others would be at work.
Doughboys is a good sized restaurant. I was able to find off street parking right across the street. As for seating, I was promptly seated by the window as I requested. The menu was endless and it’s good to know that they serve breakfast all day. I almost ordered some soup but something about ordering hot soup on a warm summer day seemed wrong. Instead I settled on the four eggs frittata with potatoes, portabello mushrooms and cheese with a side of grilled turkey sausage.
I don’t know how long it took to actually receive my order. Between the unwieldly “One Hundred Years of Solitude’ and the people watching (Anthony Michael Hall was sitting outside!), it seemed to arrive to my table relatively quick. The frittata was cheesy with big chunks of mushrooms and potatoes scattered throughout. The bread studded with walnuts was good and added texture but I was disappointed in the sausage. Basically a link and half slit length-wise and grilled. There was absolutely no flavor and no condiments could rescue it. Blah. The meal itself was huge and had to take the rest to go.
I basically glazed over the dessert page even the velvet cake they claim as being homemade, knock-your-socks-off good but I’ll save that for another time.
The rest of the afternoon was spent digesting my breakfast, taking in the sites and trying to figure the quickest route back to North Hollywood. (Thank goodness for the Hollywood Hills because I would never be able to figure out where north is!) Aside from Mr. Hall, also spotted was a certain Buffy/Angel alum at the mall. Shamefully, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing celebrities.