Oddly, both of our middle names are Dangerously Delicious
In the 25 years we'd known each other, friend Hilary and I had somehow never been to a pie restaurant. We fixed that last night. Hilary beat me to blogging the night, so I've decided to offer a simple pie-focused summary.
The location was Dangerously Delicious DC on H Street, via the X2 bus.
First, we ate BBQ pork and S(teak) M(ushroom) O(nion) G(ruyere) pies.
Then we ate crab and cheddar and wilted spinach mushroom quiches.
Then we ate blueberry pie.
Then we ate apple pie.
Then Hilary took home blueberry pie and keylime pie.
And I took home blueberry pie and pecan pie.
The BBQ pork and the blueberry slices were probably the winners last night. But in another way, we were all winners. And we were all pies.
August 17th, 2010 at 1:31 PM
Ooh! There's one of these shops in B-more, too. I must go back. :)
August 17th, 2010 at 10:44 PM
I tell you, my Baltimore friend… the places in Baltimore no one in DC knows about until they run across them. Dangerously Delicious, the man who invented tiramisu, etc etc etc. The minute they finish building the DC-Baltimore maglev train (sometime after they start building it), I'll be on board.
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