Munch goes to the Dor-Stop
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A few years back, Andy Samberg and Chris Parnell of "Saturday Night Live" struck a nerve with a faux-gangsta rap ode to the monumental inactivity enjoyed by us heathens -- specifically the pursuit of junk food and movies -- on the Lord's Day, titled "Lazy Sunday."
Lately, the concept has morphed into something the kids call "Sunday Fun Day" -- a hair-of-the-dog hangover reckoning that starts with brunchtime Bloody Marys and ends with a forehead placed firmly on an office keyboard Monday morning.
Munch has a slightly different spin: "Sloth Sunday." There is to be no showering. Brushing of teeth? Optional. But definitely no shaving, of neither face ... nor legs. EEG activity should be somewhere between that of Snookie and parakeet. The primary movements of the day consist of an arduous migration from the bed to a downstairs couch, in front of a television.
The only acceptable form of true exertion on Munch's Sloth Sunday is in the procurement of provisions---- namely rich, fatty, breakfast-y ones that will induce a food coma moments after consumption. That is how Munch ended up in Dormont on a Sloth Sunday, at a place called the Dor-Stop.
A little corner joint on Potomac Avenue, the Dor-Stop has served up breakfast and lunch to the South Hills for 25 years. It's a diner in the most classic sense; no less an authority than Guy Fieri and his "Diners, Drive-ins and Dives" crew from the Food Network featured the place on his show a few years ago.
And Munch agrees it was a worthy pick. The menu features nine different gourmet pancakes ($4.99 for an order of three, $7.29 with a side of meat) ranging from Apple Walnut to Banana Chocolate Chip.
Munch got down on an order of Pumpkin Pancakes that was simply exquisite, like eating flattened pumpkin pie with syrup on top. Munch's glycemic index shot so high, it could've flown above the Icelandic volcano cloud. The side of perfectly cooked, greasy bacon made it the ideal mix of a sweet and savory caloric eruption -- true to the tenets of Sloth Sunday.
Munch's cohort in Sloth-dom, Blond Barkeep Bud of Munch (The BBBOM), checked out the Stuffed Raspberry French Toast ($6.99) and perused the two dozen egg dishes -- from traditional steak & eggs to eight omelettes to four kinds of egg burritos ($4.99 to $8.99) before landing on the West Coast Eggs Benedict, made with turkey instead of the traditional ham, slathered with hollandaise with a side of home fries ($6.99).
As if our collective carb intake wasn't already off the charts, we split a side order of Bob's German Potato Pancakes ($3.80), which were salty good and served with applesauce and sour cream.
Our visit had an extra dash of spice from our pistol of a waitress, Beth Ann, who was like a 21-year-old Pittsburgh version of Flo from Mel's Diner. "Kiss my haluski" could be her catchphrase. She kept our coffee full and our brains alert with her rapier wit.
The primary drawback at the Dor-Stop is the crowd. And by that we don't mean anything against the humble denizens of Dormont (which translated means: "Mountain of gold." Really.). It's just that we didn't expect to see them all in the same place, at the same time. The last census put Dormont's population at about 9,000, and damned if every single one of them wasn't in line in front of us on Sunday.
But if you're going to be lazy and have someone else cook for you, well, that's the price you pay for indulging in the deadly sin of Sloth on a Sunday.
First Published April 22, 2010 12:00 am