Rodolfo Varisco
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Ah, brunch at Duke’s Grocery in Potomac. You know, there are moments in life, fleeting and unassuming, that unfold with a level of elegance so rare, one must simply pause, lean back in a well-worn leather booth, and savor the scene. This, my friend, was one of those moments.
🚙 Navigating the winding roads of Potomac’s leafy corridors, one might assume you’re heading to an undisclosed rendezvous, not a brunch spot. But tucked just beyond the bends is Duke’s Grocery, a place that doesn’t demand attention, it earns it, quietly and irrevocably.
🍽️From the moment I stepped inside, I felt the deliberate hush of a sanctuary. Dark wood-paneled walls, subtle lighting, the kind of atmosphere that whispers, “You’re safe here. Let us feed you.” And feed us they did, with precision and grace.
👧 Emily, our server, who greeted us not with the tired cheer of the typical brunch host but with a warmth that felt lived-in, earned, was a marvel. Not overbearing, not aloof. Just present. And in a world bursting with artifice, that’s rarer than a truffle in April.
🍔 Now, let’s talk about the Duke’s Wagyu burger. A revelation in restraint and richness. The kind of dish that doesn’t shout, it seduces. Each bite was a passport stamp in a decadent journey, a subtle nod to craft, patience, and a cook who cares.
🍔 Along with it, also came the Proper burger. Oh, dear. Medium rear, layered with arugula, pickle, onion, and that spicy dipping sauce for the sweet potato fries? _Exquisite._ It didn’t just elevate the burger; it elevated the conversation around burgers. One wonders, with a sigh and a sip of something chilled, why other establishments haven’t followed suit.
🕖 Service was uncanny, almost as if the kitchen anticipated our desires before we voiced them. The food arrived swiftly, as if it had been waiting just for us. That, my friend, is orchestration.
In the end, Duke’s Grocery isn’t merely the best brunch in town. It’s a message: that craftsmanship still matters, that flavors should tell stories, and that a winding road through Potomac is, occasionally, the start of something wonderful.
Highly recommended. Not because it’s trendy. But because it’s true. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐