Dorba Bar

Dorba, an Australian slang for a stupid, inept, or clumsy person, just happens to describes the main patrons of this fine establishment to a tee. The main patrons (or «dorbas») seem to change from year to year, however, the management has basically been the same since it opened. The clients of the bar seem to mature over the year, becoming less dorba like every day, till finally they outgrow the place. Not to say that past patrons don’t stop in once a month or so to refresh, but the current «dorbas» seem to be here nearly every day. In regards to the bar itself, the food is limited, mostly cheese and old bread with the occasional bowl of soup. The drinks, well they are quite stiff. The house special is a cocktail called the Blue Falcon: Careful with this one or you might find yourself under a bus.

This little gem is hard to find, and seldom open, but you can’t beat the intimacy and atmosphere. The proprietor is a no-​nonsense septuagenarian with a steely eye (if he graces you with his gaze), a quiet voice, an iron sense of justice, and a penchant for Diet Pepsi. Truly a mélange of influences and expression; I hope you can experience this some time. Maybe the ultimate in hipster destinations. Very exclusive, very expensive, very prestigious. Minus one star for dress code.