From Mike Kohn. Have an urban etiquette wrong that needs to be righted? Drop Mike a line at [email protected] or find him on Twitter @mike_kohn. This week he takes a break from his regular urban etiquette column to outline a perfect Valentine’s Day.
Ah, yes, Valentine’s Day. The time of year where we proclaim our love for our significant others on this hallmark of Hallmark holidays. Admittedly, this holiday would be much more entertaining if I had a significant other to share it with (and for that matter, I’d be way more into celebrating it), but I digress…
The best part about February 14 is that it gives all of us the opportunity to chart a course for a great evening with that very special someone. So what would I do to celebrate my magical Borderstan Valentine’s Day with my guy?
After a rousing Tuesday at work, I’d meet up at Masa 14 at 14th and Swann Streets NW for happy hour. Not only do they generally have a great bar, but as a friend proved to me, they have the best mojitos in town. And for $4, can you really go wrong? The happy hour is usually 5 to 7 pm on weekdays, but on Tuesday happy hour drinks last all night long.
With a few mojitos downed, it’s time to make the short walk to Estadio at 14th and Q Streets NW for a romantic dinner. If you like that idea, just be prepared to wait — the place is one of the most popular restaurants in the neighborhood, so it’s unsurprisingly always packed, and they don’t take reservations past 6:00. Alejandra Owens did a great job profiling the place a few months back.
Everything I’ve had at Estadio has been delicious. On my last visit there I had the pork belly bocadillo, the crispy duck breast and the wild mushrooms, all of which were amazing. In case the mojitos weren’t enough, I’m all about their G&Ts, particularly the Old Raj Gin & House-made Orange Thyme Tonic. Delicious.
There’s no need to wander off 14th to get dessert — it’s so much easier to just walk back up the street. I’d play it by ear depending on what I’m in the mood for. For something chocolatey, I’d make a stop at Point Chaud at 14th and S Streets NW and pick up a nutella and banana crêpe. But I might be tempted to settle in at Cork Wine Bar at 14th and Riggs Streets NW, just sipping a glass of port or enjoying one of their sweeter dessert wines.
That would be the end of my night. All of that delicious food — not to mention, more than my share of beverages in each location by my recount — would definitely leave me quite satisfied.
From Alejandra Owens at One Bite At A Time. You can follow her on Twitter @frijolita.
It all started with a reader’s email. She suggested a run down on all the crepe spots in Borderstan… even cited some time in France wherein she learned the ins and outs of crepe consuming. As I read her email, I thought, “This is brilliant! This is the perfect excuse to eat crepes until I’m in a crepe coma!” (I apologize now for excessive alliteration.)
I don’t know what I thought this crepe tour would bring me. I’ve eaten plenty of crepes, at plenty of restaurants (in Borderstan even). Maybe somewhere in my food fest day dreams I got caught in a word association game: crepes… Paris… macarons… croissants… handsome men… stripped shirts… foux da fa fa. Whatever it was that I was wanting, I didn’t get. Merde.
Quickly, a crepe lesson. Crepes originated in Brittany located in the northwest area of France. They are traditionally made of buckwheat flour and served with a bowl of cider. Laetitia of French Twist DC tells me this traditional variety is hard to find in DC, though Solar Crepes in Virginia has them. Also, the women of Brittany wear funny hats while making the crepes, presumably.
Frankly, I’m disappointed by the crepe offerings in Borderstan. Before I set out on this adventure I consulted with French Twist DC to make sure I had a solid game plan — a French game plan. Laetitia sent me her list of creperies and it matched up perfectly with mine. I thought, “I’m on a roll here!”