It was a bit of a rainy, dreary afternoon when my friend and I found ourselves looking for a quick but tasty lunch in Adams Morgan after an appointment. Having lived in DC for so long, we’ve spent a lot of time hanging out on 18th Street and patronizing the various bars and eateries. We both wanted to try something new and my friend deferred to me since I’m the foodie. We were inspired to go small and local after admiring the mural below and you can’t get much smaller or more local than a tiny restaurant originally launched as a food truck. Since I still hadn’t been to the 18th Street location of Donburi, we agreed to give it a go.
The space is essentially a galley kitchen with one long counter, which feels intimate and welcoming, at least on a day like this one when it wasn’t packed with people. We ordered our food at the front and took a seat at the counter to watch it being prepared. It’s impossible to hide the freshness and quality of the food when you’re prepping and plating in front of all the nosy patrons watching for their dish. It’s a cozy spot with low lighting and good music contributing to the ambiance. The counter is filled with plenty of condiments – extra Donburi sauce, utensils, tea, water – so you have everything you’ll need.
I decided on the Shiitakedon bowl as I’m a mushroom lover. The menu says a half cooked egg on top but with the scallion it seemed a little like an egg scallion pancake which was fine by me. It was soft and delicious, oozing over the mushrooms. The briny pickles were a great compliment to cut the overall richness of the dish. This is a lot of food! I left super stuffed but that might be because of the side order of Karaagedon or fried chicken. I’ve been on a bit of a Korean fried chicken kick lately and just couldn’t resist some Japanese fried chicken. And it was worth it.
My friend also got the fried chicken bowl but with the Japanese Curry Sauce. She loved it but the curry sauce wasn’t completely my cup of tea. It just wasn’t the kind of curry that I seek out. It tasted like the powdered curry we find in the spice aisle of American supermarkets, the only kind of curry I knew during my childhood. I was hoping for something a little more unexpected. But overall, it was a delicious lunch. Next time, I want to try the Gyudon or beef brisket and the panko covered shrimp which we were drooling over as we watched them being prepared in the kitchen. I expect to leave just as stuffed and happy as I was today.