Monroe’s, Del Ray, Alexandria. Monroe’s was off the main avenue, off Mount Vernon, on Commonwealth, and I had never heard of it before. Lori’s friends Meera and John suggested it. It was great. A crab pasta was the best mix of light and filling I’d had in a while. Tiramisu to close was the first I’d ever had in a chocolate sauce. A neighborhood-y win.
Dickson Wine Bar on U Street, where I’d somehow never been before, for friend Alissa’s birthday was a good time. Fun to see mentor Jody and friend Dave and meet Alissa’s sister. Very nice to be at a wine bar on U Street that wasn’t crammed. (Proof, give us some elbow room!)
Kushi a few weeks ago was where Lori and I decided to end a work day. I’d been there before. It was her first time. The braised pork belly opened new dimensions on the place, no matter how many times one had been there before. I may not even order the sushi rolls next trip.
Las Placitas on Barracks Row was the locale of friend Laura’s birthday. The food was good, and atmosphere was nice. Company was terrific. Server’s continuing to bring free pitchers of margaritas was amazing.
A visit to Four Sisters in Falls Church for friend Meghan’s birthday saw an ordering of the “Dinner for 10.” It was a Vietnamese feast. None of us had tried any “Shaky Beef” before. We emerged fans. The dish was marinated beef cubes, apparently. There were no bad courses, but the construct-it-mostly-yourself spring rolls were also ahead of the pack.
The Hamilton was enormous, as expected. Friend Matt and I went for dinner, and the Tuesday Night Drinking Club happened to be there as well. It was nice to be in a bar with plenty of space, albeit a tad pricey.
Samuel Beckett’s, where Lori and I went after seeing Hairspray, was a nice place for beer. The runners kept the room somewhat darker than it needed to be, but the late-night menu served us well. I’d go back.
District Kitchen got pretty nice words in a recent Post Magazine. Sheri and I found similar results there when we somehow ended up at the restaurant’s opening night in January. Highlights included shirred egg in mushroom hash and sorghum ice cream with carrot cake crumbles, creme fraiche. I’d never had sorgum anything before. But I was sold.
The new Sixth Engine restaurant near work, I have no photos. Friends Wright, Jonathan, Lauren, and I tried it for a lunch the other week. We were excited to try a new place just down the street, but we came out disappointed. Service was perfunctory. Atmosphere, same. Sandwiches we tried didn’t blow anyone away. Wright’s burger was undercooked. Those of us who ordered sodas found them odd-tasting, possibly flat.
The sides were downright weird. Jonathan’s onion rings were plentiful and tasty. Wright and I ordered tater tots. We each received exactly seven tots. They were all perfectly shaped, like cooked marshmallows.
They projected stinginess and formality in a way I’d never seen tater tots cooked before. But even more bizarre, somehow, were Lauren’s fries. They were… sponge-like. We each tried a fry to see if we could diagnose just what in the world a cooking process had done to them.
We agreed we would go back to try the bar. Food, there was no shot.
So… where should I try next?