I had a wonderful weekend in Georgetown, also known as the preppiest area in DC where khakis and mismatched shirts and ties are norm and JFK proposed to Jackie (the restaurant always keep a chilled bottled of bubbles in case anyone decides to replicate the historical moment). It is a lovely area with red brick pavements and leafy green trees whose roots buckle the streets giving it a timeless feel.
Me and Angelica were lured to the area in the vain hope that there was a French market this weekend. However there was nothing French about it; American teen-pop blaring out from the speakers and not a baguette in sight. It seemed to be an excuse for the shops in the area to move their stuff from inside the shop onto the street, but why not just call it ‘Georgetown market’? Anyways, we did eventually find a French Bistro where we enjoyed fantastic savory crepes; italian sausage in one and saffron shrimp in the other, all washed down with a Flirtini. The most ridiculous drink-name to date. But God it was delicious!
Flirtinis all around!
Shy lunch companion.
After lunch we went to the best ice-cream place in town: Dolcezza. The salted-caramel was like entering into heaven! Salt and Sweet! Sometimes you can have it all. There was also a ‘cucumber vodka mint’ flavour, which tasted like regret. But perhaps that’s just my experience with vodka.
Yup, those are rune tattoos. I ran into a fellow Swede! We chatted a bit and I asked him how he ended up in DC to which he responded: ‘To make a long story short: Ex-wife’. Ouch.
Delicious cakes from Argentina with vanilla and caramel.
After feasting on italian frozen milk we went to Urban Outfitters ‘just to have a look’, 45 minutes later we emerged with lovely accessories that I will not bore you with here (but I can say that the pink-leathered bunny-eared phone case is a dream come true) only to to throw ourselves into Sephora, a place were you cannot help but feel inadequate in all things beauty-related. Not to mention that there are enough scents there to give a dog a nervous breakdown. Still, I’m happy with my summery-shimmery blush.
We continued our odyssée to Rosslyn were we met up with Angelica’s housemate Mike and his friend Mike (simple enough. From now on I will call anyone I meet Mike) and went to Ray’s Hell Burger, and as the name indicates: it was one hell of a burger! Juicy and succulent full of flavours that spoke of sin and regret. All washed down with a ‘Soda’ (black cherry), now a soda is basically a fizzy drink times about one million. I like sweet things, always have, but this was sweet enough to give you diabetes after one zip. My colleagues said today that I made a poor choice, Root Beer is apparently the thing you should drink with a burger (it is not made out of roots, I asked).
Archenemy of the Tooth Fairy.
On Sunday, I met up with Kristen, a new acquaintance, and we had ‘the new cupcakes’: luxury donuts! Oh yes! Big and glazed. Unfortunately, my phone isn’t cooperating so I can’t upload any tempting photos, that is for a later time. When the frenzy of summer-diets hits a peak, then they shall all be posted. All three of them.