Restaurant Eve

August 9, 2007

We ate at Restaurant Eve once before, maybe two months after moving to Virginia.  It was our first fine dining experience after the move, and it had been long enough since we’d eaten at a quality restaurant that we wondered if it was really that good, or if we’d just been deprived of good food for too long.

 

Monday night we found out: Read the rest of this entry »


Fast Food Nation

April 27, 2007

Once in a blue moon I’ll eat fried fish.  Trying to eat authentic Southern food, I had fried catfish in
South Carolina a couple years ago.  I had the fish and chips at Norma’s (fried lobster and Chilean sea bass before I knew Chilean sea bass was in danger of being overfished).  And I always remember, when the fishiness and batter overwhelms what should be a light and flaky treat, and when I feel that heaviness inside my stomach, that I really don’t like fried fish. Read the rest of this entry »


Placeholder: Evening Star Café

March 31, 2007

It’s probably not fair to review a restaurant more than two weeks after I ate there—by now I’ve forgotten the subtleties that made it what it was.  So consider this a broad-brush painting, a placeholder until I eat there again. Read the rest of this entry »


Valentine’s Day on King Street

February 22, 2007

Jamie and I were going to the temple on Valentine’s Day, a too-rare treat now that we have a daughter and have to face Beltway traffic.  Roy and Michelle had celebrated a couple days earlier, and had offered to watch Jane for us.

 

And then it snowed.  Just a couple inches—New York would have barely noticed, but it was enough to make the federal government open two hours late Valentine’s Day.  And to close the temple.  So Wednesday morning I searched OpenTable.com to see if anybody had a table open for 7:00 that night.  And, wouldn’t you know it, 100 King had room. Read the rest of this entry »


American, French, and African

February 10, 2007

We got off to a bad start.  Not just a bad start—an I’m never going to speak to you again and hope you go down in flames start.  Seriously, I was beyond unhappy.  But, after a couple weeks without any contact, I thought I’d try again, just one more time.

Thank goodness I did.

Our story begins, as stories are wont to begin, during Restaurant Week.  Read the rest of this entry »