Saturday was just too beautiful to spend lying around the house, and I woke up with a wild craving for a bloody mary and pancakes. Mark was lazing around the house when I bopped down the steps to see if he wanted to hit up the Porthole. Who was I kidding though? This man is always down for breakfast on the town.
So, we headed down to Commercial Street where it was bring your own parking space day (in addition to being St. Patty’s Day). Lucky us though, because thanks to Mark’s willingness to break every traffic law in the city, we scored spot right in front of Ri Ra’s Irish Pub thanks to an impromptu (and highly illegal) u-turn. SWEET!
The Porthole was absolutely PACKED when we arrived. We were told it would be a 20-minute wait for breakfast so we stood at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks before we headed out to the deck for some people watching. We had only been outside for about five minutes when the waitress came to let us know there was a spot for two at the bar.
We settled in right up front and it didn’t take us long to see how insanely busy this place actually was. It pretty much erupted with people from 10:30-11:30 a.m. and the bartenders were fetching (on average) 10 drinks at once. I don’t know how they kept up with it all and I was really sympathetic to the fact that they couldn’t even hand us menus for 15 minutes.
When we finally did get menus we decided rather quickly what wanted. Mark ordered the Graham Cracker Coconut French Toast that was on special.
I ordered the Lobsterman’s Breakfast, which comes with eggs, home fries, sausage, one pancake (I got blueberry), and whole wheat toast. I ordered all this in hopes that Mark was going to share it all with me.
The portions at Porthole are absolutely gigantic. My breakfast was less than $10 and it was enough to feed at least three people. The eggs were excellent, potatoes were awesome too, sausage was homemade and had just the right amount of spice…but that pancake was sweet deliciousness. My friend Laura has been talking about these for about a year now, and I know what she means. They are amazing.
Mark loved his French Toast too, and is kind of depressed that it’s not a regular menu item, but hey, maybe they’ll have it again sometime?
While the service was slow (it took 45 minutes to get our breakfast after we ordered), I have decided to give them a free pass since it was a holiday (and that place was being overrun by early morning drunk people). The Porthole is a great staple for a cheap brunch in the Old Port, and I have yet to be disappointed with their food. After we ate, we walked around, full bellied, and basked in the early spring sunshine. Who could ask for more?