Last Thursday, Betty Joan, EJ and I had a hot girl date and plan was to go balls out. Betty Joan moves to Atlanta in a few weeks (that was just a stifled sob you heard from me emitted over the tubes) and EJ is spending the summer doing VERY IMPORTANT THINGS to further her education and career; I will be left behind to…um…hit the bars? Go to the beach? Do some shopping? There is a weak link in every group.
First stop was The Source, the upscale newish restaurant located in the sparkly revamped Newseum. I am still as impressed as I was last time, though they rejiggered the tuna tar tar and not for the best. It still tastes great but makes an absolute mess, not an insignificant detail when you are crouched on a low couch I would still strangle a man with my bare hands for one of the kobe sliders and the pork belly dumplings were stellar. The mixed drinks were well prepared and the wine list was eclectic. My one complaint (besides the really old guy trying to pick me up who was convinced I was Russian) were the prices. I generally don’t balk at prices as I think of food as art, but for what it is, it is not cheap. Keep an eye on what you spend or you will find yourself suffering from a bit of sticker shock.
The next stop was Central, an idea we considered genius in our alcohol fueled states. I liked the scene in there more than The Source; it seemed a bit younger, more modern and not one old guy trying to discepher my ethnicity. (I kid; I love old guys. Without older guys and black men, my self esteem would be in the tank. They are my bread and butter.) This was more of a drinking kinda night, but we did share the home made Kit Kat. Lord have mercy. Crispy wafers, hazelnut nut filling with a side of homemade hazelnut ice cream? All that is right in the world, let me tell you. The wine list was great, and more affordable than The Source. EJ had a Violet Mimosa, a crisp and sweet cocktail, but not sickeningly sugary. It was like nothing I have ever tasted. I cannot wait to go there for a proper meal; the space alone begs more inspection.
It was a fantastic evening with great friends. Of course it ended with a few regrettable drunk texts, but any night worth having does. And my head didn’t even explode…a fine night indeed.