Last night we strolled over for our first visit (but not my last). Impressions/data points:
We arrived at 6:35. No standard tables were available for a party of two at that point, but a few spaces were still open at the communal-type hi-top tables. The friendly hostess (the role of hostess last night was being played by a young woman, not Michael Kornick) showed us to a place, which was fully satisfactory.
A cheerful young waitress arrived very quickly. (I’d venture to say almost immediately.) We put in a drink order; water for the missus, sparkling water for me. I said “Pellegrino,” but I could see from the waitress’s eyes that DMK has its own “locavore” sort of sparkling water just as it specializes in locavore vodka, etc., so I quickly revised my order to simply say “sparkling water,” and she happily obliged.
Our beverages arrived quickly and we placed our food order. For me, the #6 (burger with portabello, blue cheese, griddled scallions), for the missus the #9 (turkeyburger with blue cheese coleslaw). I got a small side of fries with parmesan and truffle cream.
I really, really liked my burger. And the bun really, really was good. I’ll leave the polysyllabic descriptors to the more food-literate among you (whom I envy for your ability). Suffice it to say that I haven’t enjoyed a burger this much in a long time. DMK is more my kind of burger than Kuma’s, although I enjoy theirs for what it is. I prefer DMK’s “it’s really all about the meat” philosophy, with the toppings relegated to a crucial supporting (not starring) role. I also like that DMK’s burger is a sensible size, and that it’s actually possible to pick up the whole package, burger, toppings and bun, and fit it into your mouth without getting food all over your face.
Thought the fries were tasty, but the truffle element is extremely subtle. At times I thought I detected it, at other times not. If I hadn’t known the sauce the fries came with was “truffle cream,” I would have described it as a garlic aioli. (Which I think is really a more apt name for it.)
By about 7:00, by the way, a crowd had arrived, and a wait was forming. People kept streaming in. We saw some of these people leave after a couple of minutes, deciding that the wait and the scene wasn’t for them.
Almost everyone was young. And the place has a young-people vibe. We were clearly the oldest couple there, and by a margin of about three decades. We didn’t mind that, though. Sometimes being amongst young people makes us feel we’re in the wrong place, but sometimes it makes us feel younger. DMK, for whatever reason, gave us that latter feeling, which we found energizing and enjoyable.
I liked the industrial (if that’s the word) décor. I didn’t find it sterile, as some have. I’d describe it more as “clean,” stripped-down in a positive way. It has some originality, which I found refreshing; can’t think of another place I’ve been that’s exactly like it. I thought the bar looked inviting, in a modern way—I don’t need a bar to be made of wood or have decorative molding. YMMobviouslyV.