On Wednesday, after spending the day in DC, we had dinner in Shirlington with Quinn and Jen. (Quinn, have I said too many times how happy I am that you were able to get the day off?) Shirlington is a really quaint little area, chock full of places to eat. It sort of reminded me of that block in Alachua that Conestoga’s is on, if you’re from around here. Tree-lined, lots of dogs — I mean, LOTS of dogs. Shirlington is crazy dog-friendly, to the point of doggy water bowls being put in front of many of the shop doors. Very cool.
At first I wanted to eat in this pub that Quinn had been so excited about when it opened; a real old-fashioned looking pub with a fireplace and bookshelves and dark wood… alas, her reviews were less than stellar (mostly appetizers, not very good, and overpriced at that, and both she and Jen agreed that it was more of a sports bar than a pub — American sports, at that). So we went down the block to Busboys and Poets, which is a combination coffee house, restaurant, bookstore, and fair trade shop. Holy crap! If I lived there, I’d be eating there at least once a week (and getting mojitos, which were fabulous).
It was the perfect end to a great day, and I miss those ladies already (even though whenever we get together, it’s as if we’ve never been apart).
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.