I have an ongoing love affair with Stachowski’s Market in Georgetown. The Polish-inspired (though not quite traditional) deli is not as popularly known around town as it should be. Red Apron and Union Smoke House tend to take much of the credit for D.C.’s charcut scene; Stachowski’s remains for foodies and Georgetown residents searching for premium,…
There are times when all one needs is a palmful of pita overflowing with crumbly, crunch and creamy things. This past Thursday marked my 25th birthday and the first significant blizzard D.C. has seen since I moved here. Though I ended up with an extra day off, my best friend’s visit was mucked and muddled…
Back in December I had been given a tour of an unfinished Alba Osteria just days before its grand opening (on the 30th). I had sat down with Chef Roberto Donna and chatted about the changing definition of “Italian food” and the particularities of regional Piemontese cuisine. The conversation had left me eager to return,…
It seemed to me unapproachable at first glance, as the hype following its opening did not die down for months – a good sign, but a fact which left me weighing a 45-minute wait against just going to Estadio down the street on multiple occasions. Eventually I went to Barcelona Restaurant & Wine Bar for drinks…
I sat, cross, my arms crossed. I had pushed away my plate with an expression that echoed my repugnance. It was a betrayal so grand as to be inconceivable at first. I looked around for signs that this was all a practical joke, that I had unknowingly fallen victim to the candid camera. Surely this hadn’t really…
The restaurant scene of NYC has intimidated me since the first lonely Fung Wah day-trip I took there back in high school. Overstimulated by noises and overwhelmed by options, I couldn’t imagine how even residents could reach a decision on where to go and what to eat in a city that seems to have everything for everyone…
Italian. Lately I’ve been getting into it more. Not red sauce and gravy, chicken parm hoagies or pepperoni ‘zuh or calzones. Not Italian-American, but not because this stuff is any less legitimate than Tuscan pappa al pomodoro or the agnolotti of Piedmont. European Italian, but just because my body can handle the lightness of it better. The dishes invented…
When the wheels grind to a halt on Logan’s airstrip and the seatbelt signs go blank, a numbness comes over me. Should I check in as “home” or not? Am I enthusiastic or anxious? Each trip to Boston comes with its own unique ratio of good things to bad things, a mixed bag of past…
A few months back a friend of mine introduced me, in passing, to Bayou Bakery at Courthouse in Arlington. We popped in for a few breakfast beignets and returned later the same day for a crawfish cookout and some NOLA-style Creamsickle flavored sno-balls on a hot summer day. Despite my very narrow perspective on the…
I have stayed away from Georgetown since I’ve moved to DC for 2 main reasons. The first is the relatively limited access to the neighborhood for those who don’t drive (and, since it’s impossible to park, I guess for those who do too). The second is the reputation it holds of being stodgy and anachronistic…
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