Food Field Trip SoCal: A Cupcake DJ!

Attention cupcake watchers, and all you who thought Georgetown Cupcake's Bouncers were over the top.

This is a Cupcake DJ, who I found spinning on a recent Friday night at Cups, a cupcake shop in La Jolla, California. Walking by, I at first mistook the shop for a bad club. After my double take, I decided to go in and check out the cupcakes available in two sizes (after several minutes of staring at DJ Cupcake stationed in the corner). The cupcakes looked dry, and I did not have the energy or the appetite to try, but I have my suspicions based on the total of three customers in the shop (and the aforementioned DJ enlisted to attract patrons).

So DC, should we count ourselves lucky? We are (at least for now) above the audacity of the west coast Cupcake DJ, and the cupcakes at both Georgetown establishments both look and taste extraordinary.

Food Field Trip SoCal: Terrific Tamales in downtown LA

There are not many things I like about Los Angeles; as far as major cities go it is one of my least favorite. But when my day-job related training took me there last week, I was determined to find something to like about the place. So always up for a challenge, I embarked upon the pursuit of Mexican street food.

It turned out karma was on my side and I did not have to look very far. The weekly Thursday market that had set up in the plaza adjacent to my office included an alluring tamale stand, Corn Maiden. Score.

So for lunch I passed on the boxed soggy sandwiches and stale cookies doled out to the training attendees and headed outside for a tamale. The ten tamale choices--ranging from pork to peppers to cheese—were dizzying, so I asked the proprietor for his help. He suggested a smoked gouda and roasted green chili combo.

I unwrapped the bundle, literally tied like a present to find a work of art--a rich purple cornmeal shrouding a bright green pepper, which enrobed the ample, gooey, gouda. The flavor was both smoky and sweet, with a subtle heat added in the form of New Mexico chili and garlic sauce.

This lunch, served with a side of black beans and rice, turned out to be a bright ray of LA food sunshine, and was quite the bargain at $5.50.

Though I found this only by happenstance, I later went to the company’s website and discovered that none other than Oprah had discovered this tamale company before me and recommends them shipped frozen as gifts. So this may be old news to some, but if you have not tried these tamales, and are in LA, they are worth the search.

A Big Bite of N'awlins in DC: Desperados Burgers

Desperado's Burgers is the first DC outpost of the New Orleans Port of Call burger bar which sits on the outskirts of the French Quarter.  Like the original, this quaint U Street operation showcases the same big juicy burgers served with a side of loaded baked potatoes, and potent cocktails (but on the latter, unfortunately, DC law precludes 'to-go cups').

I applaud Desperado's for their ability to recreate the feel of New Orleans; not the over-the-top Bourbon Street debauchery, but of the off-the-beaten path neighborhood bars you can find in the Big Easy if you know where to look.  The bar-restaurant is galley style, brick, dimly lit, with a chalkboard listing the beers, with friendly, low-key service.  The whole place probably only seats about 30 people, which raises for me the dilemma of whether or not to tell anyone--much less blog--about such a gem that I like too much to risk contributing to crowds.  But obviously the altruistic side of me won out.

So here is the scoop: the burgers are big and juicy, close to the size of Hellburger, and come with a variety of hearty toppings to choose from including blue cheese, avocado, and  bacon.  I especially liked the Cajun burger which added  a nice heat.

Desperados Blue Cheese Burger with Loaded Baked Potato

On my last visit,  a weeknight, I did not venture into the cocktails, but instead went with one of the five draft beers, each of which served in their logo glasses. I loved the hoppiness of my choice, the Baltimore Deadlift IPA, but I would have liked to have seen some Abita offerings, given their New Orleans routes. 

There are a few kinks to work out.  The potatoes could benefit from some additional cooking time and are not yet up to snuff with their original counterparts; and the burgers, while moist, juicy, and delicious, were not all served at the requested cooking temperature. 

As much as I hate to drive more people towards this spot, I do recommend trying it out.  The atmosphere cannot be beat, the burgers are some of the best around, and it is a great way to escape DC for a while.  Burgers are $9.50  and come with the choice of baked potato or french fries, though I recommend the baked potato without question, even if they do still need to perfect the cooking time.

As of this posting, Desperados Burgers is still lacking a website.

Food Field Trip: A Tale of Two Pizzas -- One Famous the Other Infamous

Over the last few years a diversity of pizza places have proliferated in DC, with the introduction of, say, Pete's Apizza, Fireworks, and  American Flatbread.  So with a decent comparison point, we enjoyed two radically different pizzas a few weeks on our trip to Cape Cod.

The first, Frank Pepe, was actually a pit stop in New Haven on our drive up 95.  And a testament to this restaurant's pull, we ran into a fellow DC friend and foodie while waiting in line outside.   Pictured below is a small New Haven-style pizza which is ample eating for two, with a split of fresh tomatoes atop a traditional red sauce and then a white base with plenty of chunky garlic and clams.

The pizza had a nice char, with a chewy bite.  The large chunks of clams were somewhat overwhelming, whereas the fresh tomato side was textbook.  The service was surprisingly friendly given the volume, but the clientele was kind of depressing.  One man, who we watched with awe devouring a large pizza for himself alone, barely fit into the booth and and his gut overfloweth onto the table.

Is this worth the stop on a drive up 95?  Yes; as long as you don't have to wait in line for more than 30 minutes.  We had intended to try their main competition, Sallys Apizza, just down the street but, alas, it was closed for lunch.



While in Provincetown, we lunched twice at a local favorite: Spiritus. This seemingly unassuming pizzaria in the heart Commerical Street, is infamous for the 1990 riot, and as I understand it, is still a gathering spot for hundreds of gay men after midnight.  But in addition to this storied history, which really has nothing to do with food, their pizza is really good.

The whole wheat crust is the best of its kind I've had anywhere, adding flavor, texture, (and makes the pie feel a little healthier).  The thick-cut pepperoni is excellently spicy, and both the zesty tomato sauce and the Greek white pizza pack a lot of flavor.  At lunchtime, when B and I visited twice this past trip, the vibe is mellow with a diverse mix of customers and the counter service efficient.

Slices, available in cheese, pepperoni, and Greek, hover around $3.50.  Whole pizzas are also available.

Gino's..Pat's...Central?!

This past week I was surprised to see a new menu addition staring up at me from the middle of the menu at Central: a cheesesteak.  I was intrigued; this is just the type of playful take on classics that Michel Richard surprises you with at both Cirtonelle and Central.  If I were anywhere else, I would be skeptical of what seems like a gimmick, but of course, had to try this new take on the Philly classic.

Central's take on cheesteak, with the fired chicken peering out in the background.

Central's version is based around 72-hour braised short ribs atop house made brioche along with shitake mushrooms and onions, and homemade cheese sauce. It is served with hearty steak fries -- a potato sliced into six wedges (different from the other fries offered on the menu) and a homemade zesty ketchup which gets its kick from Worcestershire and horse radish. 

The verdict?  Playful, yes, but beyond that, absolutely melt in your mouth -- I am never traveling to Philly again -- delicious.  The short ribs are so tender, and their juices soak into the bread.  The cheese sauce was addictive, tangy and creamy.  And those fries, meaty and zesty with a coating of what I think was celery salt, and more importantly a great vehicle for that ketchup. 

My one complaint is not about the food, but the presentation.  This dish is served atop a thin layer of parchment paper, much like a traditional cheesesteak.  Cute.  However, because this is more knife and fork food, the parchment paper does not hold up, and tears, which could result in an unfortunate addition to the sandwich.

Central's take on cheesesteak is $25.

Humdrum Harry's

Harry's Tap Room in Clarendon never fails to underwhelm me.

But for some reason, I have continued to check it out every few months for brunch or lunch. It is always consistent (see above).

I have decided that this relationship is not working. I am done with Harry's.  That is all.

 

Falling for Fireworks

Fireworks had me at hello. Well, more accurately, as I reported last week, hello, how about I try one of the 32 beers on tap?  But after a return visit this past week for dinner, I realize that I may be falling hard for this newcomer.

Why?  First, their outdoor patio is huge, quiet, and comfortable fronting Courthouse Plaza and set back from Clarendon Boulevard.  The outdoor space will soon have a fire pit and table once they get it re-tiled or so they tell me.  Second, the service is excellent, with knowledgeable friendly servers who really knew their stuff from the beer to the food to the restaurant's story. Third, the pizza, is really good--dare I say bordering on excellent.

I ventured out this past week with a friend to try the food.  We started by sharing the smokey blue cheese risotto balls.  If there was a weak point of the meal, this was it.  While the balls were tasty, with a smokey, creamy center of blue cheese, they could have benefited from an additional crunch--perhaps a few more minutes in the fryer, and a bit more bacon, which was too sparse.  The garlic cream sauce underneath was lacking flavor, resulting in a soggy, unappealing underside.

But, oh my, the pizza! I understand from talking to the floor manager that Fireworks aims to be the best wood fired pizza place in the area, and if my experience is any indication they are well on their way.  I opted for the RT, named for a brewer at Allagash.  This pizza's pesto base was covered with roasted peppers, goat cheese, spinach, and salami.  The crust had a nice crunch and chewiness; the ample toppings, which I thought might overwhelm or cancel each other out, worked well.  Not a traditional choice, but I loved it.

My friend and I had wanted to try the mixed berry cobbler, but they were out.  We went instead with the hot cookie sundae.  This was a Cheesecake Factory-style larger than life dessert, but it delivered on the promise of a gooey, hot cookie and was suitable for sharing.  Perhaps the best part was the pairing of the Brooklyn Brown Ale that my server suggested.

And at least on my visit, I was not the only one impressed with Fireworks.  I overheard the couple at the table next to me also complimenting the server on their margarita pizza.

This is a casual dinner spot with prices to match--around $11 for a small pizza and $17 for a large.  For more details on the happy hour food and beer steals, check out my original Fireworks post.

Food Field Trip: Three Squeals for the Pig

A rainy start to our Cape vacation led us to what is now my favorite pub grub spot in Provincetown: The Squealing Pig, just a few doors down from my other Provincetown favorite. It is cozy, with a twelve stool wooden bar along one side and table seating for about forty. The two waitresses serving the entire dining room, plus a bartender were beyond efficient.  This is key, because at least during rainy-day lunches, this walk-in only place, was packed.

We decided on the Pig after reading a Chowhound post lauding their smoky clam chowder, which we learned gets its flavor from the house smoked halibut. And we made this rainy day lunch hearty by pairing the steaming hot bowl of soup with Parmesan truffle fries.

The chowder, while not traditional, was exceedingly tasty, with ample fish, potatoes, and a cream-based broth. The fries were crispy with an intense, but not overbearing salty/sweet Parmesan/truffle bite.

Then on another one of our rainy days (yes, this vacation included several), we headed back for their home-made chili, which was chunky and spicy with large pieces of fresh red and green peppers. The accompanying chips were definitely not homemade, but served as just the right vehicle to enjoy this dish and counter the heat.
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The local craft tap beer selection here is also quite unique. And while it was only August, the rain and the temperatures proved the perfect occasion to sample my first taste of fall in the form of Maine's Shipyard pumpkin beer.

Like most places in Provincetown, anomalies abound: an Irish-decor gastro pub with a Nepalese chef and an extensive microbrew selection. But don’t let the humble interior fool you. The comfort food is well above average, the ambiance is warm, and the service knowledgeable and friendly. 

Prices are relatively affordable, the chowder is $8, the fries $6, and chili $10.  Beer prices hover around $6.  I will return, and I intend to one day visit their sister location in Boston's Back Bay.

Coffee House without the Pretense: Northside Social

Northside Social, the relatively new occupant of the old Murky Coffee Shop in Clarendon, is fast becoming one of my favorite coffee houses. Full disclosure: I don’t actually like coffee. I do, however, love freshly brewed teas.  Fuller disclosure: I hated Murky and its antics.  Murky was dirty, its staff annoyingly pretentious, and the food selections almost nill.  Northside, owned by the same folks as Liberty Tavern and Lyon Hall, has remedied these issues, with ample bar, table, and couch seating, as well as an extensive soup and sandwich menu. And perhaps best of all, offers some wonderful desserts.  The upstairs transforms into a wine bar nightly after 5pm with the exception of Sunday.

The overall vibe of the new place is a vast improvement. The walls are adorned with a rotating display local art for sale and the music is usually a half mellow/half hipster upbeat backdrop which works well for catching up with friends, or in Eating Around DC's case, blogging.  Northside Social is the only place I have blogged about while actually sitting in the space!

When you take everything together Northside Social is a solid overall value with some decent (the savories) to fantastic (the desserts) food.

This chicken salad sandwich is flavorful with tarragon and bits of apricot, if a bit dry, and a tad pricey (but remember you get the atmosphere and free Internet for things like this post!). And the iced tea in the background, peach nectar, is the perfect antidote to a summer day.

It is the desserts though, which are the stars. I had a baseball sized black forest brownie the other day: a rich chocolate ganache on top of a moist cake, offset by the cherries contained within. Their homemade soft-serve ice cream has some interesting and ever-changing flavors, including a Graham Cracker which B thoroughly enjoyed. And this being a coffee house, I have heard the coffee is excellent too.

I feel like in many ways I am not  hip enough to be a coffee house person, but at Northside Social most of the servers, lack the typical I-am-so-much-hipper-than-you barista attitude.  Soups are $5, sandwiches served with a small green salad, potato salad, or chips are $7-8, Desserts and the ample beverage menu start at $2.

Food Field Trip: Fine Dining Cape Cod Style with a Twist: Edwige

Edwige, a Provincetown mainstay since the late 70’s, offers what I have found to be the best sit-down restaurant experience on Cape Cod. So my expectations are always exceedingly high when visiting (which of course can be a recipe for disappointment). But on our annual visit last week, both the food and the overall experience were fantastic and quintessential Provincetown.

Located on the second floor of an hundred and fifty year old Cape-style building on Commercial Street, Edwige oozes with all that is great about this artist’s colony on the tip of Cape Cod. The dining room, which boasts an truly amazing diversity of diners, is painted in a warm red color with exposed beams, while a rotating selection of artwork adorns the walls. The waiters are friendly, knowledgeable, efficient, and quite honestly, beautiful (though this being Provincetown I hold no illusions that I am exactly their type!).

We made a reservation a few days in advance, but if you have not had time to plan, there is a small covered patio that accommodates walk-ins. We had stopped at the Wine Library in New Jersey on our drive up to pick up a few bottles (a detour we won't likely again make) and were pleased to learn that Edwige allows you to bring your own wine for just a $20 corkage fee. They also specialize in house-infused vodka cocktails, which look quite tasty; their wine list looked just OK.

The menu consists of about ten appetizer and ten entrée choices.  The focaccia served at the beginning of the meal is worth the carbs. Recently, Edwige started offering demi portions of all entrees, which makes for the perfect size if you plan on partaking in appetizers.

B and I split two appetizers to start and the food was certainly memorable, a combination of farm fresh ingredients, careful preparations, and unique flavor combinations.

The tuna tartare rivaled the preparation we had this past spring in Hawaii. And the combinations of crunch with the avocado and tuna made for a pleasant texture.

The duck confit egg roll was bursting with tender, roast meat, offset by the crunch of the wrapper, and the tang of the dipping sauce.

My entrée was the most robust flavor combination I have enjoyed in months. I opted for the demi portion of the chili and coffee braised short ribs, with jalapeño au gratin potatoes, fried shiitake mushrooms, and crisp green beans. The short ribs were fork tender, spicy and sweet--complementing in both taste and texture the potatoes.

B had his favorite (and what appeared to be the most popular dish), the Brazilian seafood moqueca.  This hearty dish, served in a cast iron skillet, is an assortment of halibut, shrimp, and scallops cooked in a creamy coconut milk broth.

The whole experience was really wonderful. And no, this is not a traditional Cape Cod seafood shack, or even a traditional Cape fine dining establishment, but the care and preparation that goes into everything, from the food to the setting, shines. Unlike some other places I've come back to year after year on the Cape, Edwige is never tired or dull. Do note that the chefs at breakfast and lunch are different; I have never had either of those meals at Edwige, so my recommendation is specific to dinner.  Dinner with two appetizers, one demi entrée, one entrée, corkage, tax, and tip was $105.

Fireworks: Courthouse's own Church Key?

No. But now that I have your attention, let me say that our dear home Courthouse recently got what could be the next best thing beer-wise with the recent opening of Fireworks. Showcasing wood-fired pizzas, this Arlington restaurant, reportedly owned by two brothers, is its second--the original is way outside the beltway in Leesburg. Its craft beer selection of over 30 on tap varieties, all available in traditional and tasting sizes, competes only with Lyon Hall in this neighborhood.

This afternoon B and I popped in for a drink at the bar, and discovered confusingly worded (but quite the steal) happy hour specials, which are available from 4 - 6:30 on weekdays. Their "5 for 3 Special," only available at the bar, is simply this: five selected beers at $3 each (save Miller Lite, which is $2), and five of the 10" inch pizzas for $5.  The Abita Purple Haze on tap was effervescent and fresh, as was B's Stoudt Pils, a beer we have never seen before.  Additionally, though now only available if you bring your own, they will soon sell growlers of all of their tap beers.  Despite the signs indicating growlers were available, our kind bartender informed us they need to get a sanitizing machine (no idea) before they can sell the actual growler bottles themselves.

If nothing else, I am thrilled that despite being in a Marriott Residence Inn (which, by the way, also has a strange outdoor fountain which would seem more appropriate in the U.S. Southwest than in Arlington) that my neighborhood has this type of craft beer bar.

As for the pizzas, we did not eat, but our bar perch was directly in front of the wood-fired oven, and what was coming out did not look consistent.  Some crusts looked perfectly charred, others spongy and barely cooked.  But I will reserve all judgment until I actually try it.  As for now my sure recommendation is to go for the beer selection.  I'm going to give the kitchen time to work out kinks, but if anyone tries their pizza, please let me know what you think!

Happy Birthday! Eating Around DC Turns One

Wow. I cannot believe a year has passed since I started this blog. Almost 130 posts and 7 Food Field Trips later, this project has taught me:

1. How much I eat out. I only blog about half of my restaurant dining experience since I also have to work full-time to fund this endeavor.  But if someone would like to pay me to do this, please do let me know!
2. That cupcakes are by far the most popular--and controversial--food topic in DC right now.  When Eating Around DC broke the news on cupcake bouncers, this site saw some 3,000 hits in a single day.
3. How much I truly enjoy writing about food and turning people on--although in some cases, off--to unique food finds and experiences.

Eating Around DC is promising to be a rambunctious toddler in the coming year, with a reservation I was able to score (after three days of persistent calling) at French Laundry for October and a site redesign (once I master this blogger application), which will hopefully result in more user-friendly eating guides for both DC and Food Field Trip locations.

Thanks for reading! And please keep the comments, suggestions, recommendations, and feedback coming: eatingarounddc@gmail.com.

Food Field Trip Cape Cod: PB--Painfully Bad?

As readers know, I don't have the patience for new places--reviewed as groundbreaking--that end up having either unremarkable food or poor service. This is especially true on vacation, in which time always goes by too quickly and opportunities to dine are finite. So, before I leave on any trip, I carefully map out dining options, relying heavily on blogs, Chowhound, and Washington Post reviews. An August 13th piece in the Sunday Travel section a few weeks back, prompted a visit to PB Boulangerie when we were on the Cape last week.

I was so excited that I called PB immediately upon reading the story to make a reservation at what sounded like a little slice of Paris in Wellfleet, only twenty minutes from where B and I were staying. The night started off well, with a warm greeting by the French chef, and the buttery smell of baking croissants. The decor was French country meets Cape kitsch.

Then it all went downhill. It felt like PB Boulangerie rushed to open without training any of their staff. Our waitress tried hard, but nervously giggled the entire time, knew nothing about the food, and laughed when stating the chef recommends the steak medium rare. Why? I have no idea. She also kept calling me dear, which seemed so off, as she was only about twenty two years old. And when we needed additional spices/condiments to flavor the food (which was often) we had to work to flag her down. A request for silverware for our desserts was greeted with a whatever glance followed by a long pause before we had anything to eat with. We had to ask three times to get the homemade bread--a staple in a French bistro.

The open kitchen was a frightening chaotic scene, lacking any sign of the finesse of French bistros like Central or Le Nord. I know these are high standards, but the food was priced similarly, so one would expect something close in terms of kitchen showmanship. Instead, the server attempting to slice the prosciutto appeared to have absolutely no idea what he was doing; the woman baking the lemon cookies that accompanied the check kept banging the tins loudly on the counter, trying desperately to remove the treats.

While the presentation of the dishes was decent, the food was not, with the exception of a rich, roasted corn chowder. All other options--from a $14 heirloom tomato salad to the poached cod over fingerling potatoes in littleneck clam jus, to the steak frites--were quite frankly terrible and had about as much flavor as one would expect from nursing home fare. Good thing there are a fair share of them on the Outer Cape.  And the steak frites did not include frites at all--limp potato chips accompanied the just OK cut of steak--and the promised herb butter, sat almost frozen on top of the meat.

Then there was a facilities issue. Apparently, the woman's restroom was broken, but with no sign posted on the door, it appeared as though someone was in there for a very long time since the door was locked. When I finally asked the hostess, who saw me waiting, she giggled and noted: "Oh, it's broken!" What? Have you heard of a sign or informing guests waiting outside the door? (The woman before me just walked into the men's room and I think she had the right idea.)

After this meal, which really put a damper on my night, we left with croissants for the next morning and a baguette for lunch, both from the bakery. While the flavor of the baguette was close to those that one fines in France, the texture of the crust was not. The only saving grace to this institution were the delectable croissants. The bakery is open at 7 each morning Wednesday to Sunday, but I have been told that there is often a long wait.

Vacations are too short to waste on lackluster food or service. And the price for this pleasure was $150--and that was with only one glass of wine each! No thank you!

If PB Boulangerie is to survive they need quite a bit of work and to figure out what they are.  A bakery?  A bistro?  An oyster bar?  Pick one and do it well.

As for me, I will not be returning. There are too many other fabulous Cape Cod restaurants and more such reviews are coming later this week.

Food Field Trip: Cape Cod Classics

So you may have noticed that Eating Around DC was somewhat quiet last week, but while the blogging was in short supply, the eating was not! I am back with Food Field Trip reports this week detailing my favorite summer beach spot: Cape Cod.

B and I were on our annual PILGRIMage (har, har); appropriately named because we always stay in Provincetown, the pilgrims' first landing spot and one of my favorite places in the world. And despite--or perhaps because of--an inordinate amount of rain in the form of the rare August Nor'easter, I have some great food finds to share and one to avoid.

So let's start with the Cape Cod classics: Lobster and Ice Cream.

For a traditional, but likely the biggest, lobster roll you have ever seen, the Raw Bar, was our first stop as we meandered up the Cape. The original location is in Mashpee, with a second location added this summer further up in Hyannis.

Yes, this lobster roll really is this big, bursting with tender tail and claw meat of what must be 2-3 lobster in just a slight smattering of mayonnaise.

My half (B and I split) pictured above was delectable, perfectly cooked and filling. I can't speak for the roll, since I could hardly make it through the lobster Do note that if you choose to share, you may be ribbed by some well-meaning regulars who seem to have an uncanny ability to consume massive amounts of lobster.  I think maybe I need to spend more time on the Cape to train my stomach.



Next it was onto Sundae School for what I believe is ice cream Sundae perfection. I have never tasted a better version, as this one is made up of all homemade ingredients from the numerous and ever-changing small-batch ice cream flavors, to the rich hot fudge and homemade whipped cream.

Served in the original location in a classic dish with a fresh cherry, this dessert is rich, creamy, and picture perfect. The fudge slowly melts the ice cream and results in a delightful mix of hot and ice cold. Pictured above is a sundae with my favorite flavor: coffee oreo. I recommend the original location in Dennisport for the old-time feel, complete with 100 year old soda fountain, and player piano, but the ice cream is equally as tasty at the other locations (we made a stop at the East Orleans outpost on our way home).



As with most things on the Cape, such simple classics don't come cheap. The lobster roll is $25 and the classic ice cream Sunday is $5.99. Service at both counter-service establishments is friendly and efficient.

Go for the Beer and the Bread: Birch and Barley

Birch and Barley is a unique addition to not only DC's, but as reported recently, the country's culinary beer scene -- and I am not being dramatic.  The emphasis on beer and food pairings is unparalleled.

We first tried this restaurant back in early January and were impressed.  We were back again on a recent Friday, taking advantage of a cool by-this-summer's-standards evening and dining on the patio.  It being mid-August, we were able to walk in without a reservation -- my favorite part of August in DC!  While we waited about twenty minutes, we enjoyed summer beers in the upstairs bar: Harpoon and Sierra Nevada.  The latter was a surprise standout.

Unlike our first visit we ordered a la carte and took advantage of the 4 ounce taster option available for all 50+ tap beers.  We left the beer choices in our waitress's hands.  I was quite happy to see Greg Engert approaching with two of the nights choices.  The fact that even after being the first beer-guy named to Food And Wine's top 100 sommeliers he is still so hands on is a testament to how unique this place is, as well as how much care goes into both the beer choices and the food options.

Like on our first visit, Greg's knowledge and passion shines through and when he speaks about the beer, from its origins to its flavors, you cannot help but sit on the edge of your seat eagerly engaged and ready to conquer this wonderful world of beer that he so aptly describes.  A nice touch was when discussing one of our favorite beers from the last visit, an Italian beer brewed in an African-style with myrrh (tasty!), Greg returned to our table with samples of a beer currently offered with similar notes.

The food is very good, but not good enough yet to garner a place on my top five list -- though it is getting there.  If everything was as delicious as the bread board that starts the meal -- this time consisting of pretzels, olive rolls, and cornbread -- then it would surely be one of my go-tos.

An appetizer of head-on jumbo shrimp over tomatoes, feat, olives, and saganaki had a nice, salty bite.

The fig and prosciutto pizza was  good, rich, doughy, and such an ample portion that it was easily two meals.  In fact, it was even better the next day as leftovers, after the blue cheese and fig flavors intensified and merged overnight in the fridge.

And dessert, a peanut butter tart, with a mini-whiskey milkshake, and malted milk sorbet was delicious and would have been exceptional had not been for a heavy hand with the cinnamon.

Birch and Barley is not inexpensive, but it is a good value.  An appetizer, two entrees, dessert, six four ounce pours, tax, and tip was $98.00.  The upstairs bar, Church Key, has a different food menu with some mighty fine looking cheese fries, but it is first come first served and we have yet to find a seat up a there -- our next beer conquest!

Bibiana's Piatti Piccoli, Bravo

Bibiana has been on my short-list of must-try DC restaurants for almost six months now, so I was excited to finally taste the Tom-approved Italian cooking a few Fridays ago. My expectations were high; Bibiana is under the same umbrella as Rasika.  And having been there before for drinks and dessert, I knew I already adored the dimly lit interior, with its larger than life black and white prints of  Italian scenes, and rich dark wood and orange tones offset by modern, large stainless steel chandeliers.

We were not disappointed. Bibiana is a fantastic addition to the DC Italian dining scene, with a fairly extensive Italian wine list, attentive, but not hovering service, and a varied menu focused on seasonal ingredients. But--and this is a big but--I did not think it was quite at the level of Tosca, especially the pasta dishes.

Where Bibiana really shines is in their Piatti Piccoli.  The fried pumpkin blossoms were so delicate and light with a touch of sea salt that the flavor of the blossom was elegantly showcased and while fried, tasted lighter than air.  The chicken liver was rich and smooth, but what really set it apart was the pickled red onion and grilled bread which made for an extremely flavorful and well-balanced bite.

The split burrata, a fresh Italian cheese made with mozzarella and cream, pictured below was paired with heirloom tomatoes and basil.  It was decadent and creamy.

The pasta entrees are where some seams started to show.  The veal ravioli in a brown butter and sage sauce topped with shaved pecorino was a good flavor combination, but the pasta encasing the filling was too thick and muted the veal flavor.

The Maryland crab over black spaghetti was a better balance, but a bit muted in flavor as well and not overly memorable.  Next time, I think my strategy will be to try the meat/fish entrees vice the pasta. 

Dessert, an apricot semifreddo was as delicious as it is pretty; pure over-the-top apricot goodness: apricot-soaked cake, apricot gelato, and candied apricots.  It sounds like overload, but the varied textures and delicate preparations contrasted nicely.

Dinner with a bottle of excellent Primitivo, two appetizers, salad, two entrees, dessert, tax and tip was $165. 

Heavy on the Testosterone, but Good Beer and Great Wings

Thirsty Bernie’s is a gastropub located in a nondescript strip mall in Arlington on Lee Highway. So right away you are probably thinking, why would you go there? That makes two of us, but read on.

The answer this past Wednesday was that B wanted bar food and beer in big mugs, a request he does not make often, so we headed to this man enclave for happy hour with minor protests from me.

Having been there before for lunch, I originally found the food--full well knowing that they craft their own sausages and breads, to be the heart-attack on a plate variety and not all that spectacular. But B has been several times since and insistent that it was worth a return visit. And in thinking about it, who could not use a 23 ounce mug of craft beer on a Wednesday?!

In entering Thirsty Bernie’s it took all I had not to turn right around and leave. It was filled with some of the worst of suburbia: beer-gutted middle-aged men talking too loudly and already slurring their words at 6:30. Nice. I rolled my eyes several times, questioned B as to why it was that we were here again, and reluctantly sat down.

The beer selections are heavy on European varietals, but include rotating specials which this past week including Kona’s Longboard Lager and New York's Hennepin. The aforementioned mugs are $2 off during happy hour from 4 - 7pm  ($5 and $7 respectively) and the beer is served at an appropriate temperature.

Before I get to the food, two comments on atmosphere and service:

1. If you are going to be a man-cave bar with dark wood, lots of beer, flat-screen sports-showing TVs, and blown-up pictures of football players on the walls, you need to think of your music choices. Taylor Swift’s "Romeo and Juliet" as the backdrop to the crowd I mentioned above was just plain bizarre, smirk-worthy.
2. The waitstaff appears to be hired exclusively from some local high school football team alumni association. Our waiter, while sweet and efficient, provided the most humorous moment of the night when we asked about Spaten, a brew from Munich. He shyly responded that while he was pretty sure it was Italian (a name like Spaten just has that Italian ring?!), but then came clean and said since that he was only 20 he really had no idea.

These cheese covered and purportedly homemade potato chips are not on the menu, but somehow B knew to order them.  They were really good, but what kept them from being great was the gratuitous amount of blue cheese on top.  The chips were hearty and thick cut, which made them a natural fit for the amazingly tangy German cheese sauce below and scallions above.  Minus the blue cheese they would be better (and even worse for you) if they added bacon or some house cured pancetta.  Clearly Bernie's food is not meant for weekly consumption for anyone but the men that so disgusted me upon entering.

Since we happened to be there on a Wednesday, when wings are half priced, we decided to try a dozen hot wings and went with a mix of crispy and grilled. These were quite possibly the best wings I have tasted and as a poor graduate student in my past life, I have quite the advanced wing pallet.  The wings had a firey heat, compounded by the sprinkling or red pepper flakes and countered by the chunky and ample homemade blue cheese dressing.  The wings themselves were just the right size -- not too small, but not so large that the sauce to wing ratio was off.  I would venture back into to the 'burbs just for these wings.  The grilled were my favorite, though spicier!

One oddity: Thirsty Bernie's claims to be 95% organic.  I'm not sure what is going on with the other 5%.  The food and beer selection at Thirsty Bernie's is actually worth the trip, and you can tell the owners care and put a lot of heart into the place.  Plus the price is right.  Two 23 ounce mugs, twelve wings, and the cheesy potato chips, tax, and tip were $35.

Thumbs Down: Ted's Bulletin's Pop Tarts

This morning's brunch was an all-out breakfast (7:00, yawn!) owing to B's work schedule.  Fortunately, Ted's Bulletin, which I reviewed a few weeks ago, opens this early, even on Sunday.

So today, I decided to try one of Ted's Bulletin's delicious looking homemade pop parts that I drooled over on my last visit.  While seated in the nostalgic dining room,  I noticed a staff member carrying in a box of Dunkin Donuts for the kitchen staff and I thought: "Why would they be choosing munchkins and donuts over those delicious-looking pop tarts; do they know something I don't?"  Why yes, yes they did, it turns out. 

The pop tart arrived hot, with gooey frosting and whimsical colored sprinkles.  Good start!  I eagerly took a bite and it was dull, dry, and not even up to par with its mass-produced namesake.  Now I understand the donuts!  Though I hate to admit it, as a girl who grew up in New England, I can say those munchkins are quite tasty. 

Our other choice, the beer biscuits and gravy with lightly poached eggs, were once again rich and delicious.  This is a great breakfast bet, but stay away from those pop tarts in the window!

Food Flashback: No Love for Cakelove

Wow – cupcakes are a hot topic in DC this summer! Eating Around DC's news on Georgetown Cupcake's "bouncers"--which got a lot of attention a few days ago--prompted a robust debate over the best and worst cupcakes in DC.  I promise this is my last post on the subject for awhile, but I would like to affirm the overwhelming consensus among commenters on the worst cupcake in DC: Cakelove. 

When B and I moved here in 2005, we were so excited to try the bakery that we made almost an immediate trip to what was at the time a rather desolate section of U Street.  What was all the world's--including Oprah--fuss about?

We looked in the window of the bakery across the street from the Love Cafe and swooned over the beautiful cakes being decorated in the window.  So far, so good.  And then we tried the cupcake across the street and we were like: "Really?!"  Granted, we went in expecting to love these cupcakes in part because of the story, including Warren Brown's quitting his day-job to follow a dream.  But the cupcake sucked on a variety of levels.

First of all the cupcake was served cold, really cold. Then there was the issue of the frosting consistency which was like a dense block of Crisco. And the cake itself was muted in flavor, dry and too dense. And perhaps the worst part was that we went back several times over the next few months.  In our defense there were a dearth of  bakeries (at least as newcomers) that we knew about at the time.  We even tried one of the over-priced strawberry and cream cakes which while slightly better and more attractive than the cupcakes was still just okay.

Finally I want to add that as readers of this blog know, while I hate the lines at Georgetown Cupcake, I do think both the appearance and the taste of their cupcakes are excellent...though I will only pre-order for the foreseeable future.  And with that, no more cupcake postings here unless there's some breaking news… I am cup-caked out!