Whenever I’m new to a city, some of my first meals there tend to be delivery. I’m not really sure that is, though I suspect it has something to do with being too overwhelmed by the unknown to want to venture out of my newly decorated room, too lonely because of the initial lack of friends…

The first Monday of each month, Graffiato turns into a kind of war-zone. A stainless steel counter and U-shaped pizza bar serve as the trench line, behind which chefs hurry-scurry, stuffing fried chicken into buns, grating daikon over pasta, piling freshly fried donuts onto serving plates. Across enemy lines, hoards of curious gastros push forward to…

I recently attended a networking get-together, held at Ambar, a Balkan restaurant near Eastern Market which serves up small plates of all your former-Yugoslavian favorites. The food is presented in elegant and visually pleasant ways in bite-sized portions and paired with an awesome, almost exclusively Balkan wine list (from which I tried a very funky white…

Last weekend, I finally got to take part in the very popular Washington, D.C. brunching trend on a rainy Sunday afternoon with some friends who were visiting me from Boston. I had heard good things said and read good things written about The Coupe, and the online menu looked interesting, so I decided to leave the…

One late night place I’ve grown particularly fond of lately is Julia’s Empanadas at DuPont. It’s a great little spot to visit after a long night of DuPont Circle merriment, a good meeting point and a good place to loiter around and smoke a cigarette while your group decides what is next on the night’s…

Sometimes you end up moving to a city you once visited on a road trip with friends. In this case, it is a wise idea to correct the mistakes you once made as a weekend tourist, or at least polish your experience about the place up a bit. That’s what I did this past weekend…

I recently attended a showing of A Tanú, a film that was famously banned in Hungary for over a decade for its parody of the inefficiencies of the post-WWII communist regime. The event was held at the Hungarian Embassy and the movie viewing was followed by networking and noshing, as well as tasting a red and a…

A wise man told me this past week, “You know, you in D.C. You in the South now.” I guess I never really thought of it that way but yeah, there are significantly more people around me who drawl and shift their phonemes in ways foreign to me and I guess D.C. is technically under the Mason-Dixon line…