And now with more of the aufgekätchen
Which - according to Bill - is German for "catch up."
Do not believe even for an instant that his clever use of German prefixes and suffixes will provide you with any semblance of actual German. Though it is quite possible that a German will point and laugh at you, say, "Ja, ja! Nicht schlecht!" and then proceed to speak to you in their infinitely superior English.
Another post about the trip to Virginia. I have a food gush or two that I've been meaning to catch up on, but I'm going to put them all here. Because, well, things to see, stuff to do, etc. etc. etc.
I'd made a rule for this trip. One that we - foodies all - really had no problems with, namely: no national chains, preferably no regional chains, no familiar places, and they had to be in D.C. Of course that last factor had to be modified, for reasons I'd mentioned before . . .
The first mention is more for sentimental reasons - Sunday night Bill, J and I descended on dear Suze who - with an utterly demolished ankle and in the midst of a move of all things - was in want of good food and good company.
Aside the 1st: A long, long time ago, back when I was an undergrad at GMU, the girls and I would frequent The Connaught Place in Fairfax. It was the hallowed grounds of my first experience with Indian food. They knew us well. So well that when some of us came in, they'd ask about the rest of us. So much, that they always brought out extra papadam without us even needing to ask. Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. Where they bring you mango lassis. And papadam.
Aside the 2nd: A couple of years after I moved north, The Connaught Place closed. Not just closed, but demolished. It was a sad day.
Suze sent us off to Rangoli for take-out, a trendy Indian restaurant just around the corner from where she used to live, because she knows that in our house the top ranking foods - in no particular order - are breakfast, Indian and Thanksgiving. And she was down with that.
Dude. They totally saw me coming. :'-)
also, that is papadam, fyi
And so yeah. Because of that terrible Tuesday, we didn't get to have a single meal in D.C. Not one. Well, that's not entirely true. We did have lunch with my brother and the fam at the National Zoo. Which does actually hit every one of the criteria, though it wasn't necessarily what we had in mind. However, since we have a massive list of touron reasons to come back down *anyway* nevermind visits with everyone who is still in the area, I'm not overly hung up on that.
But! We did go to a fabulous little place in Olde Towne Alexandria. I was determined to have crab cakes and fried green tomatoes and sweet tea until it came out my ears or until I was rushed to the hospital with a sudden onset of diabetes. As Meatloaf swears, two outta three ain't bad and man, The Majestic Cafe knows how to do some fried green tomatoes! Apparently they change their FGT recipe with the season, so clearly we're going to have to go back.
Herbed goat cheese, beets, ramps and a mushroom-red wine reduction.
Additionally they served up a totally posh Steak Tartar (which - to my taste - had a bit too much Tartar and not enough steak in it) but it was properly garnished with cornichons and bitty slices of house-made pumpernickel, and a really good ... fish. I don't remember what it was. It was white, it was Mediterranean and THEY SERVED IT WHOLE FTW!!! The waiter was sweet and kept asking me if they should take the head and tail out for me back in the kitchen.
Aside the 3rd: I can totally clean up a fish.
Aside the 4th: They brought out a FISH KNIFE. I did a little dance. Bill looked at me quizzically and asked why they'd brought me a butter knife. I snobbed at him and informed him that though it may look like a butter knife on steroids, it was in fact a fish knife.
It is totally possible that this place scored major sweet points with me based solely on accouterments. Because their mint juleps?
>-)
Do not believe even for an instant that his clever use of German prefixes and suffixes will provide you with any semblance of actual German. Though it is quite possible that a German will point and laugh at you, say, "Ja, ja! Nicht schlecht!" and then proceed to speak to you in their infinitely superior English.
Another post about the trip to Virginia. I have a food gush or two that I've been meaning to catch up on, but I'm going to put them all here. Because, well, things to see, stuff to do, etc. etc. etc.
I'd made a rule for this trip. One that we - foodies all - really had no problems with, namely: no national chains, preferably no regional chains, no familiar places, and they had to be in D.C. Of course that last factor had to be modified, for reasons I'd mentioned before . . .
The first mention is more for sentimental reasons - Sunday night Bill, J and I descended on dear Suze who - with an utterly demolished ankle and in the midst of a move of all things - was in want of good food and good company.
Aside the 1st: A long, long time ago, back when I was an undergrad at GMU, the girls and I would frequent The Connaught Place in Fairfax. It was the hallowed grounds of my first experience with Indian food. They knew us well. So well that when some of us came in, they'd ask about the rest of us. So much, that they always brought out extra papadam without us even needing to ask. Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. Where they bring you mango lassis. And papadam.
Aside the 2nd: A couple of years after I moved north, The Connaught Place closed. Not just closed, but demolished. It was a sad day.
Suze sent us off to Rangoli for take-out, a trendy Indian restaurant just around the corner from where she used to live, because she knows that in our house the top ranking foods - in no particular order - are breakfast, Indian and Thanksgiving. And she was down with that.
Dude. They totally saw me coming. :'-)
also, that is papadam, fyi
And so yeah. Because of that terrible Tuesday, we didn't get to have a single meal in D.C. Not one. Well, that's not entirely true. We did have lunch with my brother and the fam at the National Zoo. Which does actually hit every one of the criteria, though it wasn't necessarily what we had in mind. However, since we have a massive list of touron reasons to come back down *anyway* nevermind visits with everyone who is still in the area, I'm not overly hung up on that.
But! We did go to a fabulous little place in Olde Towne Alexandria. I was determined to have crab cakes and fried green tomatoes and sweet tea until it came out my ears or until I was rushed to the hospital with a sudden onset of diabetes. As Meatloaf swears, two outta three ain't bad and man, The Majestic Cafe knows how to do some fried green tomatoes! Apparently they change their FGT recipe with the season, so clearly we're going to have to go back.
Herbed goat cheese, beets, ramps and a mushroom-red wine reduction.
Additionally they served up a totally posh Steak Tartar (which - to my taste - had a bit too much Tartar and not enough steak in it) but it was properly garnished with cornichons and bitty slices of house-made pumpernickel, and a really good ... fish. I don't remember what it was. It was white, it was Mediterranean and THEY SERVED IT WHOLE FTW!!! The waiter was sweet and kept asking me if they should take the head and tail out for me back in the kitchen.
Aside the 3rd: I can totally clean up a fish.
Aside the 4th: They brought out a FISH KNIFE. I did a little dance. Bill looked at me quizzically and asked why they'd brought me a butter knife. I snobbed at him and informed him that though it may look like a butter knife on steroids, it was in fact a fish knife.
It is totally possible that this place scored major sweet points with me based solely on accouterments. Because their mint juleps?
>-)