by Benjamin J. Kirby
I lived and worked in the Washington, D.C. area for a dozen years. It was a great place to live, to have a job, to learn.
I must've eaten at hundreds of different restaurants during my time there. My favorite was a place in Adam's Morgan called the Red Sea, an Ethiopian joint. I remember taking my parents there and my father physically recoiling from the food. It's not there anymore. To this day, I love Ethiopian food.
There was Bangkok 54 just down the road from where Duncan and I lived for a bit, off of Columbia Pike. Still one of the best places around.
Speaking of Duncan, she'd never forgive me if I didn't mention Metro 29 Diner, which was one of our all-time favorites. That one was a favorite even during my earlier days in DC. Bob and Edith's was always a favorite for breakfast, too.
Laura Jane would never forgive me, either, if I didn't mention DC Coast and giant martinis with my buddies from the Parkinson's Action Network after work.
Now, I suppose the most upscale or elite place I've ever eaten a meal in Washington is at the White House Mess, which is obviously still there (their crab cakes were just about the best, though they do a good burger and fries, too).
Here is a pretty comprehensive list of "where the Obama's have eaten" around town... and where they should eat.
In total, it's about 60 restaurants in the greater Washington, D.C. area.
I know seven. Seven.
I've eaten at three. Three!
My favorite, by far, is Georgia Brown's. If you go to Washington, D.C. and don't eat at this incredible low-country, soul-food establishment, it is truly your loss. You get enough food to feed a moderately sized army, and you want to nap for three days after, but man, is it ever worth it.
I ate once at Restaurant Nora, which was organic before organic was really mainstream. It was a great experience, too, and the only reason I didn't eat there more often is that it was a little out of the way and a lot expensive.
I've also eaten lunch at the Oval Room, too -- again, awfully expensive and awfully nice (in other words, the kind of place where someone would buy me lunch).
Anyway, it's proof of what they always say about D.C. -- that it is a town of constant change. And that's okay.
Can't wait to go back some day soon and try something new.
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They're setting up for the Grand Prix in downtown St. Petersburg. Always exciting.
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The World Press Photo of the Year (warning: it is pretty tough to look at).
Heartbreaking. Utterly heartbreaking.
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Hey, a thousand people hurt in Russia when that meteorite went kablooey all over everything. Wow. Hope they all end up okay.
Small world. Big sky.
It's finally Friday.