(Jim's Camera phone photographs auras. Mine and Annie's apparently consist of static)
In celebration of Ernie's birthday, we headed to dBar in Dorchester for dinner and dancing with the boys. From the outside, dBar blends into Dot Ave perfectly. The sign is spelled out in the Celtic lettering of a typical Irish bar and inside, it's mahogany city, but trust me -- this ain't the Eire Pub. After experiencing the "Hot & Dirty" martinis and Sesame Crusted Tuna, you get the feeling you're not in Dot anymore. Also, there is not a whiff of the New England Reserve which is often so prevalent at neighborhood taverns. Here, instead of pretending you don't exist, the patrons and waitstaff are laid back and friendly (and quite ripped).
(Ernie, Annie and I ensconced in the ghostly blue static of the Jim Cam)
After 10 p.m., the vibe shifts; the tables are gradually cleared and the whole place becomes a nightclub. DJs spin disco, dry ice creeps in, requisite gay sing-a-longs and shirtless dancing ensue. It's such a great concept and I can't wait to go back. LP, Di, Annie, Ernie and Jim partook in the fun and it's official: We have a new favorite place to dance. At the very least, a tradition is born. Who's birthday is up next?