Shann and I took off to DC for the weekend, leaving NYC Friday afternoon and returning just a touch past midnight on Sunday. We were there to visit a few of our closest friends, Kelly, Darien, and Nat, all of whom we grew up with in Hawai’i. Good Ethiopian, gelato, the farmer’s market and bakeries were on the agenda, but friends were doubtlessly first priority.
After a groggy five hour trip, the bus dropped us off, blurry-eyed and hungry at Dupont Circle. We stepped off and the first the first object to meet my glance was the bright Krispy Kreme sign flashing “hot” and “now.”
“Oh. Shann. Doughnuts.”
“I think we want doughnuts…no, I know we want doughnuts.”
“Let’s do it!”
“Want to split one since were having dinner right after?”
“Or we can split two.”
“Yah, that sounds better.”
And so, fresh off the bus, we started off a very pleasant weekend with two doughnuts: the original and a glazed chocolate cake. As the very kind gentleman behind the counter threw in an extra original doughnut, I couldn’t help but wonder, are all people in DC this friendly?
We met Kelly along with a few friends back at their apartment – a fantastic four-bedroom with a kitchen bigger than both our bedrooms, and a living room larger than our entire apartment. My notion of living space and accompanying rental prices has been thoroughly warped after living in NYC for over a year. But even with all those factors, I wouldn’t trade life in NYC for anything else at the moment.
Zorba’s was on the dinner agenda, a casual Greek restaurant perfect for a low-key night with friends. Oddly enough I ate Greek fairly often in Hawai’i, favouring the now gone Greek Corner right outside Kahala Mall, as well as that other restaurant across from Bubbies in Manoa. New York, or rather, the life I live in New York, has not met much in the way of Greek, though I’m sure it’s out there. I kept it simple that night, with the Fasólia Plakeé featuring white beans baked with onions, tomatoes and parsley, a side of dolmathes and Greek salad.
Shann went with the Yéro Plate with salad and french fries. Speaking of fries, I’ve had a most intense french fry craving for the last two weeks, and I think/hope some of it has rubbed off on Shann. No more than a second after swallowing my morning vitamins, or stepping out of the shower, the craving kicks without warning. When I crave a particular food object, I crave it. The worst is when you wake in the middle of the night, lost in the depths of a french fry fantasy.
Kelly had the Shish kebab platter while Chrissy did the Ionian Salad and Cathie dined on the lighter end with tabouli and pita.
Post-dinner we walked around Dupont Circle for a bit – the weather was nice and quiet after-dinner walks are best types of walks. We stopped in at Sweetlicks for ice cream, operated by a very nice man in a very strange shop. The sign outside proclaimed “homemade” though I remain highly doubtful on the matter. Nonetheless, my coconut with chocolate shards was pleasant enough, though I found Kelly’s mint Oreo particularly lust-worthy.
It was early when we returned to the apt, but the clock somehow turned to 3am before we called it a night. Time flies fast with six girls, television and a guinea pig named Miso.
1612 20th St NW
Washington, DC 20009
1704 R St NW
Washington, DC 20009