Alas, unbeknownst to us, the chef only parades that menu during the dinner hour. So it was a burger and fries and a turkey club for us. Both excellent, perhaps the best burger ever, served on brioche dense enough to stand up to the tomato and the lettuce and the thick slice of fried onion ring.
Beautiful decor, attentive waiter, casual attire OK.
But no tomato soup with popcorn a la Jack Kennedy.
Humph — disappointed, who me?
Whole Foods on P Street NW delivered — at least we’ve got snacks for the swearing-in ceremony. And a reservation at the National Press Club’s restaurant, aptly named “The Fourth Estate.”
© 2008 C. Bertelsen