If that’s true, I’m trading in my stark white paleness for a self that is more eclectic, ethnic, diverse, and delicious.
My friend R’s cousin H was in town from the great state of Montana this week for a conference, and yesterday R took the day off and we showed H the town. We started at my house around U Street, walked down 14th Street, over to Dupont (taking some snapshots at the huge Freemasons temple on the way), and then up to AdMo.
The highlight had to be introducing H to Ethiopian food for lunch at the incredible Meskerem on 18th street. We ordered up a vegetarian messob — a selection of a few dishes, including lentils, cabbage, spinach, potatoes, and more. It’s all served over and eaten with injera, a spongy bread that seriously expands in your stomach. Consider yourself warned. While the items names and menu descriptions might not sound the most exciting, the array of spices really make the dishes a delight.
Then last night for dinner, I went to Hanoi House for some delicious Vietnamese food. Sorry no picture, but everyone seems to love their Pho — and I can tell you their pork Banh Mi is a solid choice, even if just for the delicious pickled veggies on the side.
Today, I spent much of the afternoon applying to jobs and watching The West Wing with my roommate. Although I jumped in on episode 15 after never seeing any of it before, I might actually already be hooked…
Then I headed to an early dinner with one of my best friends from high school. L lives wayyyyy out in Arlington (okay it’s not that far), but we see each other a shamefully small amount. Because we were eating really early (gotta love teacher’s schedules), we were able to get into Estadio no problem. It’s a seriously popular and raved about Spanish tapas restaurant on 14th Street that I’ve wanted to go to for… forever. But of course whenever I think about it, it’s 7 p.m. on a Friday… and there’s a 90-minute wait.
Everything was SO good. Start your meal with a cranberry and ginger slushito. Then order the crispy brussel sprouts. And an open-faced sandwich. And the chicken. And the shrimp. And the patatas bravas… Just order everything.
So. So good.
After dinner, it was only 7:30… so I showed L some of my neighborhood, ending the night with cheap beers and bluegrass music at local favorite Solly’s.
And now it’s SRSLY back to my PB&J (and PBR) diet until my bachelorette parties and wedding extravaganzas are overrrrr / I have an income again… whatever comes first.