Come see our dripping wall - Dalí would
love our Midas tears.
It was done with patching plaster and a pastry funnel. We worked in mid-winter
with no heat except for one electric space heater, but we had lots of
beer and chicken livers to keep us going. I was on the ladder while Mario
mixed the plaster and ran to me before it hardened. I'd squirt the mixture
all over the wall and so it went - building, scraping, painting, sanding
for months. Mario designed the menu, built the bar, sanded the floors;
I stuccoed the walls, reupholstered chairs, tasted recipes; Cesar helped
with everything. 
We didn't discuss what the public wanted or if this concept would fly - it came from our hearts and that was enough.
From the beginning our clientele was a mixed bag of locals, students, travelers, university literati, restaurateurs, urban and suburbanites. The news of this "new way of eating" and Dalí spread quickly.
Our
convivial staff shares our enthusiasm for the food and spirit of Spain
and they form "La Familia del Dalí".
Leave your watch at home, come to Dalí for dinner (when life begins) and experience an evening like no other. To find us, follow your nose, follow your taste. Come to Boston! Come to Spain! Come to both at Dalí!
