June 2009
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10. The Source
Without a doubt, the best thing about eating at The Source is the music. The restaurant decor is a complete downtown swankfest, but the music is the complete MIX 107.3 special. We’re talking “R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A”, Natasha Beddingfield, John Mellencamp and so on and so forth. I was sad when the bill came, because it was right in the middle of a sweet Gin Blossoms-a-thon. I...
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58. Liberty Tavern
Ah, Clarendon. I talk a lot of smack about you, with your endless supply of Starbucks’ and your be-flipflopped commuters. And you too, Clarendon Ballroom, where I never remember to get my credit card back from behind the bar. I have never been a huge fan of the Clarendon/Ballston/Courthouse row since driving down Wilson Blvd. usually gives me the feeling that I’m in a Roadrunner...
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29. Sushi-Ko
Before I go in to my most recent meal at Sushi-Ko, I would like to speak directly to the management: Hey guys, it’s me, Ashley. Spicy Scallop roll and D.C. Roll with a seaweed salad? You remember me. I love you like a fat kid loves cake, but there is one thing that I never get—what’s with no carry out in Glover Park? You are a sushi restaurant after all. And sometimes I really...
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35. Westend Bistro
Westend Bistro is a great restaurant, as long as you don’t plan on ordering any food. The decor is swanky but approachable, the wait staff is stellar and the big picture window is unbeatable when it comes to people watching. The food, however, is forgettable at some times and just bad at others. Though the restaurant was packed on this particular Saturday night, I have to assume that many of...
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93. Bistro L'Hermitage
Attention young D.C. transplants, have I got a deal for you! Don’t you just hate it when your parents come to town and want to do something “special” and “cultural” but the last thing you want to do is get body slammed by sweaty tourists waiting for the First Ladies’ Dresses exhibit? And don’t you just hate it when your parents show up at like 9am on...
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39. Johnny's Half Shell
The last time I ate at Johnny’s Half Shell, it was actually La Colline. And it was my pre-prom dinner my senior year of high school. And no, it was not also a fundraiser for my eventual run for Congress. Needless to say the place has drastically improved. (I do have to give a shout out to La Colline, where I went for my 8th birthday when they wrote out in chocolate on my dessert plate...
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13. Central Michel Richard
Last night my friend Patrick asked me if I went to go to one of the top 100 restaurants for dinner. I thought, ‘How nice! He listened to me complain about eating by myself!’. Alas, all he wanted was a ride home. I think I was subconsciously hip to his scheme, but whatever gets me a buddy at dinner is fine. Coming up on Central on a weekday night is pretty weird since Pennsylvania Ave....
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55. Dino
When I eat at Dino, it makes me a little sad that I don’t live in Cleveland Park. Then I remember that apartment I looked at nearby that had a bedroom that would only fit a twin bed, and I change my mind. But if only for the restaurants/bar trivia possibilities, Cleveland Park would be my home. Luckily, I am more than happy to make the trek across town to eat at Dino. Right off the bat, Dino...
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DC Foodie Fun Times Alert
The lovely folks over at the American History Museum (that’s the Smithsonian to you, tourists) let me know about a great event happening this weekend. Alice Waters, chef at the fabulous Chez Panisse in New York and author of my current cookbook bible—The Art of Simple Food, is coming to sign her new book The Edible Schoolyard. She’ll be there, pen in...
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48. Montmartre
I’ve been in a relationship for almost eleven years. Its serious, and it’s real, and his name is Market Lunch. When I was sixteen, I wandered in to Eastern Market, plopped down at a busy counter and ordered a softshell crab sandwich. And that was the end of that. It’s getting pretty serious, I’m thinking of seeing if the Brick wants to move in with me. What does this have...
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66. Indique Heights
It’s not you, Indique Heights, it’s me. The reason I didn’t eat in the restaurant wasn’t because you don’t look like a nice place even though you are situated above the Metro bus terminal in Friendship Heights. And it’s not because I couldn’t figure out where to park and ended up parking in the Clyde’s parking lot which costs $5 an hour. It’s my...
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74. (RIP) Locanda
Well Washington restaurants, you’ve caught me with my pants down. Or my fork down in this case. According to the Washington Post chat, Locanda (#74) closed over Memorial Day weekend. Where’s the fanfare? Where’s the ‘thanks for eating here but not enough to keep the place open’ patron dinner? Where’s the suprise reopening a la Farrah Olivia? Well it looks like...
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Hello? Is this thing on?
It’s now been a week since everyone I know got their issue of Washingtonian Cheap Eats in the mail, and I have yet to receive mine. Have I made you mad, Washingtonian? Has my snarkiness finally gone too far? I’m willing to give this relationship another shot if you are. KIT, Washingtonian.
And Post Office, if this is your fault, you have some serious...
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63. Leopold's Kafe & Konditorei
Having lived in and around Georgetown for a few years now, I can say with plenty of confidence that Dupont Circle is a great place for a good meal. Hay-oooo. But seriously folks, I usually don’t think to eat in Georgetown since it tends to be expensive, mediocre, tourist-filled or all of the above. I’ve walked by Leopold’s tons of times, but up until I ate there this weekend, I...
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