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Since being self-banished from my old regular spot, Trio, I’ve been impatiently waiting for Le Diplomate to start serving lunch. But a girl’s got to eat, so I’ve been making the rounds. Falling into the al fresco dining category, the 17th Street staples Agora and Pizza No. 17, which has a few interesting additions to its pizza and sandwich offerings. Try the mortadella and mozzarella sandwich. The more dubious category of child-friendly has given me so-so meals at Commissary and Tortilla Coast.
A few months ago the White House released the recipe for the President’s home-brewed beer. It’s a honey ale made with honey from the White House’s own hives. Instantly, you could buy kits to make Obama’s beer yourself. While I left the beer making to someone else, I do like to cook with beer, so I headed for my kitchen. (In 2011, Greg Kitsock at the Washington Post had a great piece on the history of presidential beer making. Read it.)
What a success our Thanksgiving was this year! There were no misses on the table: A beautifully golden turkey–how is it that chefs on Top Chef can’t get that right?–sausage and apple stuffing; mashed potatoes and gravy; broccoli salad; roasted delicata squash with pomegranate seeds; roasted sunchokes–a conversation starter and a first for nearly everyone at our table–and pies, with salty caramel taking the, er, cake. The wine for the most part was a sparkling white made for Whole Foods that is a convincing stand-in for champagne called De Chanceny Cremant de Loire. All in all, a meal to be proud of.
Turn your gaze away from the Sandy tribute in the New York Times dining section and read instead the Washington Post’s review of the new Logan Circle gastropub Drafting Table. Tom Sietsema’s take is very similar to mine. His title …
From an otherwise lame feature from the New York Times Magazine, the One Page Magazine, there is some advice for the day’s drinking from Mario Batali, the expert in all things consumed and alcoholic: For election night, I have a …
East Coast readers of the New York Times can only see this storm as the perfect opportunity to actually read the whole paper. An extra day! But in case you dawdled as much as ever I’ll draw your attention to …
When I decided to visit Nashville I knew I wanted to try some of the restaurants I’ve been reading so much about–Music City is Food City the headlines go. So after consulting Bon Appetit and Food & Wine and discovering I needed more than three weeks advance to get into The Catbird Seat, I booked at City House in Germantown. We had a good meal and outstanding cocktails in a bright, buzzy, happening space which I will get to, but these out-of-town forays always leave me thinking foremost about the District’s fare.
There’s only one piece in the food sections this week that got my attention. Read the Clay Risen article in the New York Times to discover how many of the new small-batch whiskey distillers are, let’s say, cutting corners innovating to get to market quickly–who wants to wait four years?! But Risen is unimpressed with these green liquors. The mad science of ultrasound machines, pressure chambers, and tiny barrels yields whiskeys that have a “sterile note,” that “lack depth.” “Impurities may have been removed; nothing seems to have replaced them.”
Inspired in part by Jason Wilson’s column on booze tastings a few weeks ago and then a debate at my family reunion about whether all us bourbon boozehounds would really notice if the liters of Jim Beam became liters of Evan Williams, I decided to have a little low-end bourbon tasting. I procured six 750 mL bottles of Kentucky brown you’ve probably never heard of or had once or twice in a pinch and spent about $50 in total. Some of the participants in this tasting said in the end they would drink any of the budget bottles in a drought. Good news since we are left with an absurd amount of this swill.
Having just finished Charles Jackson’s The Lost Weekend, a 1944 novel about an alcoholic’s binge, there’s not a lot to take away. It was at times a fun read, but certainly it’s not for everyone. I got turned on to it by a mention in Kingsley Amis’ Everyday Drinking. I hear it was made into a terrible movie of the same name in 1945.