Matt took this photo a few weekends ago on a rainy night in Adams Morgan. We had just polished off an amazing amount of sushi and a round of saki bombs at Singapore Bistro along with 4 of our friends. When we left the restaurant, it started to pour, so we hopped in a cab and went to have a drink on 18th Street. Soon after, we walked home in the rain.
I’ll admit that yesterday was the first time we tried the Eastern Market crab-cake sandwiches (for only $8.95)… and I convinced Matt to be adventurous and get the soft-shelled crab because he had never had one before, but I stuck with the normal cake patty type. I’m not sure he was convinced once he saw the mustard and inside crab parts. Either way, they go best with a giant lemonade and extra Old Bay on top.
I love old signs that are still around, especially funny ones. This applies to anything with “-est” statements. “Coldest beer in town!” or Danny’s Sub Shop “Greatest Hamburger in the World.” Completely unverified statements do make really great slogans. Makes you wonder, hmmm, do they really have the coldest refrigerator?
Smashed Events (Society of Mature Adults Seeking to Help, Entertain and Donate) held the 2008 running of the DC Idiotarod. This years event started at Frontpage in Dupont and ran down towards Union Station. The Idiotarod is a lot like the storied Iditarod with a few key differences:
1) it is not in Alaska, nor is there any snow
2) no sleds are involved (see point 1 – no snow) instead participants used decorated, moderated, and otherwise pimped out shopping carts
3) no dogs are used for pulling. The Idiotarod is run by having 5 drunk, costumed 20 and 30 somethings tied or otherwise connected to the shopping cart and 1 person riding on or in the the cart.
This was probably the most interesting charity event that I have ever witnessed. All of the money raised goes towards Miriam’s Kitchen, a charity that provides meals, case management, mental health and addiction services, therapeutic groups, and transitional and permanent housing support to DC’s chronically homeless men and women.
Nothing says “I like helping the homeless problem in DC” like participating in a no holds barred wrestling match in spandex (here, and here), dressing up as an oomppa loompa, participating in a bride’s maid version of the macarena, or recreating the epic A-Team crew.
The real excitement picked up at 3 o’clock when the race kicked off. In about the time of 30 seconds some 50+ teams (my estimate) all headed off in about every direction possible. It was a truly chaotic and entertaining scene. The faces of the innocent bystanders coming up out of the metro were priceless. Other highlights from the event include a Super Mario Brothers team, various iterations of Tom Cruise, honkey tonks, a mobile stripper pole (complete with dancers), and naughty nurses.
Quite an event, I will certainly try to check it out next year….don’t know about entering a team though. Not really my style.
The rest of the series is here.
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BOSSA Project on 18th St in Adams Morgan was a good cure for the seasonal depression that could have occured on a cold, wet, foggy night in January. If you can figure out how to get through the heavy tangle of curtains on the way in, you’ll find a cozy sofa area with lots of pillows to relax upon. And also plenty of candlelit tables. Bow. chica. bow. wow. We ate Caprese and Fried Calamari–pretty standard– and waited for the 4-piece jazz band to start playing. Overall experience = 7 stars. Potential of a full 10 stars on a more crowded night, and maybe the food will be more exciting if we venture off the appetizzzzzzer list. The rest of the photo set…
ooooo! I almost forgot. The owner of the bar played guitar for the band. And so that was cool.