I fell in love again this weekend… three times, actually. I’ve become a regular little love-slut. Let me share the love with you, so that you can rejoice in the love of my lovey loviness as well. (Sounds of barfing…)
1. The “H Street” corridor, also known as the Atlas District. This strip of H Street between 12th and 15th Streets(-ish) in Northeast DC won my heart in just a few hours this past Friday. We started with an aMAZing dinner at Granville Moore’s and, well, ZOMG!!1! effing KICKASS bison burger and Best. Fries. Ever. I can’t wait to go back and try everything else on the menu, for realsies. It’s a Belgian restaurant (beer too, obvi) with the coziest atmosphere, and apparently they have the most amazing mussels… a second (and third, and fourth) trip is definitely in order, asap.
Next we hit up The Red and the Black, a New Orleans-themed bar where the kickass and adorable bartender made us pickle-martinis (her own creation) and tequila-and-hot-sauce shots with Chipotle BBQ Tabasco. They were teh awesome and not just because I so appreciate creativity behind the bar. We enjoyed her company, and it was obvious the corridor is quite the little neighborhood- all the local bartenders kept popping in and out to say hi, and she told us how she’d just moved back here from Turkey and they had immediately taken her under their proverbial wing. Methinks I might have to think about a change in my bartending scene…
Finally, we finished up with the oh-so-edgy Rock and Roll Hotel. It is, in a word, unique. We were trying to make it to The Argonaut- pirate theme!!! as well, but we had such a great time with the bartenders and owner upstairs at RRH, we just never left. (Both the Red and the Black and the RRH are music venues as well, and supposed to be pretty cool ones at that.) Next time…
2. My new favoritest butt-buddy and kindred spirit in DC, Caitlin and her boo Zach. You know they have to be good peeps if they got me out to West Bumfuck Virginia, AKA The Suburbs (dum dum dum DUMMM) on a Saturday night. And it’s not JUST because he’s a personal chef either. Just mostly. (Kidding, lovah! Kidding… although dinner was truly fantabulous.) It was, for lack of a better phrase, a simply lovely evening, due to company more than anything else (including the “company” of Zach’s homemade brews). Additionally, I am more convinced than ever that Caitlin and I are the same person, which is dangerous for the rest of you because we have now found each other and are going to make babies that will take over the world, one “icanhas” at a time. Kthxbai.
3. And just when I thought real television was dead… AMC brains me with the amazing, the dashing, the absolutely brilliant: Mad Men. I can’t remember I was so impressed with anything on television (just kidding, AD- I would never forget you my darling!)
B and I spent 8+ hours watching most of the first season last night. Finally he forced me to quit (it’s CRACK, I tell you!) and go to bed, but I probably would have stayed up all night watching if he’d let me. For anyone who COMPLETELY MISSED THE BOAT, (i.e. me, until last night), the show is about a group of men working in an ad shop (advertising, for those of us not down with the technical jargon) on Madison Ave in Manhattan, circa 1960.
I simply cannot rave about this show enough. It is the sexiest thing I’ve seen, and not in that hot trashy way, but in that George Clooney, so debonair it hurts my eyes kind of way. The costumes, the sets, the gender roles, the writing, the ACTING… it’s just all so perfect, and smoky (in the office, the restaurants, the bathrooms, you name it), and classy, and JUST EFFING SEXY. I am truly having an affair with this show, and I can’t wait to go home and let it ravage me some more tonight.
Incidentally, the second season started last night and is replaying this week on AMC. And if I were you, I would totally, definitely, completely DVR it and then catch up on Season 1 pronto because ZOMG, it is that good. It really, really is. I swear. In fact, I just bullied my dad into Netflixing it immediately. And if I knew where you lived, I’d come Atomic-Wedgie you until you did too. And you would THANK me.
4. Oh, and add these to the list of things I am in love with:
So lovely…. so, so lovely.
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Oh dear LORD, I ahave been looking for the perfect gold pump and these appear to be it. Not too strappy…all the gold ones I have been seeing have been really strapping.
have* been really strappy*.
i am drunk–sorry.
I KNOW. What is up with these big chunky straps?? Hate. They’re all clunky and unfeminine.
I’m three blocks away and there’s a pub in the middle. Hair of the dog, anyone?
Hey BFF!! Feel free to add me as a friend on the space and facebook!
We had a great time too! We’ll have to get together soon.
You told me about bison burgers, pickle martinis, amazing fries, and awesome bartenders, and everything EXCEPT FOR THE PIRATE THEME!!!! I can’t believe you left out the most important bit of information! Pirates! arrrr!
I can’t wait for our babies to take ova the Universe. Our babies = Teh Awesomes.
Love your guts.
kthxbai
Zach- Oh you will be friended my dear… as soon as I get out of my corporate americana office and can actually get use a computer without Big Brother’s monkey on my back. Wait what?
Caitlin- I’m so ashamed! Our babies would NEVER have left out the most important detail EVER. Can we wear eyepatches and taxidermied parrots when we go? (Pay no mind… Monday in the office on a gorgeous day is making me a little crazy in my pants.)
In the words of Maeby Funke, MARRY ME. (For the love of God woman, I am like same-day Fedexing my Arrested Development over to y’all… only then will can our romance fully bloom!)
H Street? You and what metro?
When I’m rocking 4 inch heels, darling, I cab it. (And also when I could quite easily be murdered for said fabulous heels.)
Even as a former suburbanite (and still a bit of one at heart), my initial impulse with H Street was a metro worry. Cab is probably the option, as I’m not driving my car up there either.
This coming from someone who lives in SW. Of course it’s a better part of SW, but still, after the things I’ve heard I’m glad I don’t have to leave my car on the street here. I’m certainly not leaving it out up there.
I hear ya, babe, but I promise, it was totally worth the cab ride!
Funny how DC people trash the three big suburbs when they’re really just as big as the city center. I mean, Rosslyn is actually TALLER than DC.
That said, I would not live another 100 yards further south.
Ah, darling, no one’s trashing. It’s just a friendly rivalry. If I had a car, I’d make it out there much more often, but seeing as I hate driving and fall asleep at the wheel frequently, I think it’s better for all of us if my sweet ass stays right here in the District for now.
YES! I absolutely adore H St. I took my mom out to Granville Moore’s on Sunday when she was in town. The mussels were, indeed, fabulous. (As were the fries. And the beer. And the staff.)
And don’t get me started on the Hotel! That’s hands-down my favorite bar in DC. Plus, one of my favorite singers is performing there in September…such a cozy, great venue. I’ve never been so thankful to live in DC. I can’t believe I just said that.
i-66–
WORTH THE CAB.
Marissa- Tomorrow night’s going to be a repeat of last Friday for me, except we’re getting the mussels and making it to at least 3 more bars. LOVE IT.
Who’s the performer? I might have to check it out…
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