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I Found Love When a Nun in Robes asked me to Dinner

Last night, I found love when a nun in robes asked me to dinner. Let me explain:

Yesterday I woke up from a twelve-hour slumber, feeling utterly, devastatingly, empty. The kind of deep emptiness where, even in your own bed, you don't know where you are in the world, and what your place in it is. It was frightening.

There's a place I go to in such moments to seek balance - I treat it as my local Mecca. A place of pilgrimage where I go - as I often joke to my dearest friends - to "manifest my dreams." My Mecca, ironically is a Buddhist monastery that rises above the wooded lands and countryside of Poolsville, Maryland - just beyond the outskirts of my hometown, Potomac. I found it accidentally one day, 10 years ago, while looking for open country roads to max out the speed of my car on. How very zen, I know. It was the dozens of prayer flags wafting their salutations in the wind that made me slam my breaks, and back up for a double take. I was perplexed. I was in awe. "What was this place?" Curious, I walked in.

Fast track ten years to yesterday, and I found myself there again. I usually walk in, slip into the back meditation room (the longest continually prayed-in/meditated room in the U.S.), and then slip out once I've achieved the balance I've come for. Sometimes I'm in there for twenty minutes, other times much, much longer. I don't really interact with anyone there beyond a smile to the welcoming monks. I do my thing, they do theirs, and we happily acknowledge each-other's presence.

Yesterday, about an hour into meditation, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to the the warm gaze of a nun in crimson robes beaming a smile at me. "I would like to invite you to a dinner, once you are done meditating." I was surprised and amused. "It's Saturday night...and did a nun just ask me to dinner?" I laughed a little inside. I smiled back at her radiant face and genuinely thanked her for the invitation, having no intention of joining. I closed my eyes again, and returned inward, only to be tapped again a few moments later.

This time a different nun was bowing before me, holding a tray of delicious brownies, popcorn, and other non-Paleo goodies (yeah, I'm trying out Paleo). "Before I set this tray aside as an offering, I wanted to know if you'd like anything in here," she asked. I thanked her for her generosity, and declined. Having achieved that centered feeling - usually identified by a warm, fuzzy, delicious, smile invoking glow inside (for lack of better words) - my mission was accomplished, and it was time to head back into the city.

Outside the meditation room as I tied my shoe-laces, ready to jump into my car - I heard someone address me, "Hows business going?" I looked up, barely recognizing her. She was someone I had met when I first moved back to DC three years ago and talked to her about this new app project I was woking on. I had left a job, a relationship, and admission to a masters program that I'd always dreamed of being accepted into. Life was a little crazy then, hence I was there. Though I struggled to place her, she had remembered me clearly. "His holiness is about to join us for dinner" She said matter-of-factly "he's here from Bhutan, and you will be my guest."

It wasn't so much a question, as it was a directive. But it didn't matter, I live by a rule of three - if there's a recurrence of 3 similar signs, I move in that direction. This was the 3rd invitation to a meal that I wasn't going to refuse. Also, anyone who knows me will attest, I'm *kind of obsessed* with the Himalayan hermit Kingdom of Bhutan. If anything, she had me at Bhutan.

As I entered the dining room, there was a gathering of nuns in crimson robes in various ages from their late 80's to their 30's. Their faces reflected a global diaspora - Nepal, Burma, various corners of the US, Spain, Bhutan, among others. It was like being in a Benetton ad for monks. They placed their hands together at their hearts and bowed down in welcome. This greeting wasn't for me - I quickly scurried out of the way as broad-shouldered, tall monk in flowing robes walked in behind me, radiating happiness and bowing a warm greeting back to everyone in the room.

Sitting at the festive table was like being on a movie set where the camera spins from one face to the next capturing a glimpse of each to give a panoramic view of all the personalities at the table: An adorable southern nun in her 80's gushed as she told a story from the 50's about being captivated by watching wrestlers for the first time on a small black and white TV, one of the first of its kind; another reminisced about how her father developed, to her culinary dismay, a love of Spam after the War - since that's all he ate for rations while serving his country in foreign lands; a third picked on others at the table, and joked about what they had posted recently on Facebook and Instagram (yes, you heard me right, monks and nuns on FB and IG).

Though dignified and sitting tall in his center place at the table, the Bhutanese monk was a prankster. When a middle-aged Australian nun brought him some fruits and ice-cream for dessert, he shot a stern look at her and asked : "Did you wash your hands?"

To which the Australian nun answered, "but of course!"

He looked at her with serious intent, and pointing his finger at her demanded to know, "How many times?" There was a silent pause, which he ended abruptly with a thundering fit of laughter. "I love teasing her. Australians. So serious all the time!"

This table had the unmistakable energy of love flowing through it. This was love in motion. And fortunately (and serendipitously) I was right in the midst of it, basking it in as one takes in the sun's glow after a long winter.

As the night came to a close, the Bhutanese asked me about my family, my parents, and went on to tell me of all the great and venerated scholars of Bengal that helped shape Buddhism through the ages. The western nuns beside him told me about Dipu Ma, a Bengali nun whom they greatly respected and took inspiration from. I wondered, how many in my own motherland know of the good will and inspiration that these Buddhist Bengalis - ancient and contemporary - continue to bring thousands of miles away from Bengal, to the monasteries hidden away in the woods of rural America.

I thanked them for the nourishment. Not just for the food, but for my soul.

I left home that day with a feeling of emptiness. As I got into my car, I set an intention, to hone in like GPS on a sense of fulfillment and love. It was an unlikely setting where I eventually found it, but it goes to show the power of an intention - set with earnestness, can lead one down unexpected, yet rewarding paths. In this case, I found love when a Buddhist nun asked me to dinner.

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Hillwood Estate, Museum, and Gardens 

A day spent at Hillwood Estate is the closest you'll come to experiencing old world royalty in DC. Bought by Marjorie Merriweather Post (of the Post Cereal and General Foods fortune) in the 1950's, the home is a living and breathing homage to beauty, grace and elegance, nestled within lush European and Japanese gardens. Being so close by, you'll wonder why it took you this long to venture into a place this grand!

What to do when there: Set aside a spring day to take in all that this place has to offer. Walk through the mansion, and experience in each room slowly; Every object within, and all the thousands of pieces of stunning artwork, design, fabric, dress, architecture has a story to tell that will transport you around the globe, through time, and into the heart of elegance. 

Once you have a chance to breathe in all the rooms, walk out to the European garden below he main bedroom, stroll through the lunar lawn as you snake your way through the zen Japanese garden lush with fountains and hidden Buddhas. And be sure to stop in the little Russian Dacha house on your way to the cafe for a bite- great little pieces on display there.

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Pansaari

“Fresh Indian bites, delicious lassi and teas in a homely atmosphere” 

The Lowdown: Walking into Pansaari is like walking into a warm, colorful hug from the Indian aunt you wish you had. Named after community spice and tea sellers from Jaipur, India, Pansaari is a delightful little cafe in Dupont that puts emphasis on fresh ingredients, and community experience. The cafe serves up everything from your favorite Indian teas and smoothies (yes mango lassi!); to a rotating menu of small savory bites like paneer, pakoras, chaat, chicken tikka; and cooking workshops for when you want to take the healthy recipes home. There’s even a spice market in there, so it’s a one stop shop for when you want to book a flight to Jaipur, but will settle for the Uber ride to Dupont.

What I ordered: 

Palak Paneer and Chaval - Aka Spinach Curry with large chunks of fried Indian cottage cheese over rice. The paneer was soft, fluffy, and melty in the right places. I could have used a little more kick with the spices, but overall, I could taste just how fresh the ingredients were–and I’m happy with that.

Half-way through my meal I ordered the Mango Lassi as a litmus test: If an Indian place passes the lassi test, the place a keeper. And not only did it pass, I am happy to say that it’s one of the best I’ve had. What makes it such a winner? Fresh blended mango bits swimming a light, cool, yogurt smoothie. “Refreshing” is the best word I can conjure for the experience. Once again, the superb quality of the ingredients sets this one apart from other lassis you may encounter in or around the city. 

The Best Part: The relaxed community feel; and inspiring music and decor that transports you to another city while you sip or dine. And of course, the Mango lassi. 

The Worst Part: Seating is a little awkward - there’s very little of it. It looks more like your Indian aunt’s (imaginary or real) artsy living room decor. Pretty, yes. Functional and practical? Not so much. Also, the bar seats can be higher - it was a struggle to reach my food. That’s when you know the struggle is real. 

Good for: A quick healthy bite; hitting that garam masala tea or lassi craving you’ve been having; or a relaxed environment for that catch up with a good friend you’ve been meaning to have. 

My Take: Food: 7.5/10 for the Paneer; 9.5/10 for the lassi; Ambience: 8/10 Service: 7/10. 

Location: 1603 17th St NW, Washington, DC 20009 - Note: It’s kind of hidden, so look for the “Pansaari” sign on the side of the building. When you see it, go to the top of the block where you’ll find the stairs leading down to it. It can be tricky to find the first time!

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Quick Take: DNV Rooftop Kickoff Party with Edible DC

Hats off to Edible DC for a fun spring event to kick off the season opening of the much loved Donovan Hotel rooftop!  The food selection was an eclectic assortment of asian fusion street foods including flavorful tuna tartar, sushi, spicy bbq chicken patties, grilled teriyaki beef skewers, among others. While we hopped from food station to station, we sipped on a complimentary “Draftirinhas” - a lemony, fizzy remix of the ever popular caipirinha. 

The Best Part: We all know how obsessed with dumplings I am, so the private demo of dumpling making (and sampling!) led by Zentan’s Executive Chef, Yo Matsuzaki was a real treat. We even got to take home his original recipe. Silky sea-bass stuffed dumplings over butter-ponzu sauce, drizzled with ikura, here we come - Thanks Yo!

All in all, a fun, casual evening of good food and culinary inspiration, all while being serenaded by a live band on a sublime spring night - what more can one ask for on a school night? 

Location: 1155 14th St NW, Washington, DC 20005

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Maketto

“Your new go to Southeast Asian spot with an edge...and so much more!” 

The Lowdown: Walking into H-street’s Maketto, and you’ll understand what all the hype is about. You think you’re walking into a restaurant, but you’re met with so much more: A retail area featuring urban wear; a floating cafe; an outdoor forum to drink amazing cocktails under the stars; and the restaurant experience you’ve come out to H-Street for. The aesthetic details are on point, featuring an asian inspired, modern, minimalist look. And the food? Let’s just say that Toki Underground’s Erik Bruner Yang has done it again with fresh ingredients, and unreal flavors that will transport you to Southeast Asia in one bite. 

The food: It’s rare that I eat at a place and I want to stand up and applaud the chef for nailing an experience so well. 

I started with the Leek Buns, which were sweet, light and fluffy - it’s like eating clouds stuffed with savory, and tangy veggies. 

The Tamarind Salad. Get it. Not only is it beautifully presented as a work of art; the freshness, crunchy textures of lotus root, carrots, and crispy greens drizzled with a light and tangy tamarind dressing are a feast for so many different senses, I lost count. 

The vegan Fried Noodles. Holy moly - if you can find a noodle dish that’s more scrumptious than this, then dinner is on me.  What makes these noodles so unique is the ratio of noodles to greens, which makes each bite a soft and chewy, crisp and refreshing flavor bomb. 

So, it was after one bite of the Whole Fried Fish that I had the urge to get out of my seat and give a standing ovation to Erik. It was so good that I wrote the word “brilliant” three times in my tasting notes. Just look at the luxurious heaping of herbs - basil, cilantro, mint, capers, poured high like an unstoppable forrest of flavor. The fish itself is plump and sweet, swimming atop a spicy sauce with complex flavors of peanut, coconut, and God knows what else to create a Cambodian symphony dish fit for Poseidon himself.

It was with the Wagu Bao Platter that I entered food paradise.  The meat was tender and marinated to perfection. The platter is meant to be eaten with the beef and pickled veggies stuffed into the pillowy boa; but the ingredients were so good on their own that it almost seemed sacrilege to mix up the flavors. 

If there was one miss, it was the dessert. The orange chcocolate tart looks great, but it was a bit dry and stale. A scoop of vanilla ice-cream (rather than the whipped cream) would have been great to break up the denseness. Since this was the first week of opening, and they were trying out different desserts, I’ll chalk it up as a one-time experimental flop. 

The Best Part: The cocktails, the food, and environment, and service were truly on-point. The fact that the head chef and owner was manning the front lines (see him in all black, below), earns him and his inspired establishment much respect. I could (and did) give him my positive feedback as I ate!

The Worst Part: The dessert. It was meh. And beware of the wait - like Toki Underground, this is already an extremely popular spot that you might find yourself waiting an hour or more for. So, plan accordingly as I predict its popularity will only increase with time.  

Good for: Cocktails, a fun outing with friends, a date spot with lots of energy and trendy vibe for a pre-night-out meal. 

My take: Food 9/10; Ambience 8/10; Service: 8.5/10

Location: 1351 H St NE, Washington, DC 20002

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Quick Take: Redwood Restaurant and Bar’s Berry Pavolova

The Lowdown: Nice place for brunch or outdoor dinner under the orange canopies that line the cobblestone avenue of Bethesda Row. While it’s not great, it’s not terrible either. The highlight was the Berry Pavlova with whipped cream. It was like eating a giant, creamy, chewy macaron blessed with generous raspberry tart sauce and strawberries. You can see the bloody mess of it above!

Location: 7121 Bethesda Lane, Bethesda, MD

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Red Hen

"Rustic American charm meets homely Italian cooking”  

The Lowdown:  If the giant Red Hen on the exterior doesn't draw you in,  the charming exposed red-brick, dark wood interior, and bright windows will certainly do the trick. This is a restaurant of paradoxical food and surroundings: It’s rustic Americana merging with Italian comfort cooking; It’s old building brought to life with a modern new look; and It’s one of the first of DC’s chic establishments to venture out into the ever-changing, and ever-exciting Bloomingdale neighborhood. 

The food: Most of the dishes hit home nicely, but there were a few misses. Here’s what I ordered:

Whatever you may or may not order, make sure this gets on the bill at the end of the night. The Tuscan Chicken Liver Mousse with Fig Conserva. The silkiness of the mousse slathers on to the toasted  bread wonderfully; and the fig conserva is an unexpected, yet refreshing sweet and fruity twist that sets this appetizer apart. 

I have a hard time saying no to grilled Octopus, so I wasn’t going to start tonight. The Ocotopus, however, was a little tough; and the white bean pairing (almost like an indian chickpeas curry) wasn’t the ideal texture to enjoy the octopus with.  Both taste and texture drowned in the monotonous execution of the two key ingredients. 

Of the mains, the Squid ink linguine with calamari, chickpeas, pea shoots, pickled fresno chile and breadcrumbs was killer. Bold on texture and flavor - each bite was a pandora’s box of awesome discovery. 

Apparently the Mezze Rigatoni with Fennel Sausage Ragu and Romano is the best seller at the restaurant. I can see why. It looks like a Hamburger Helper dish you can whip up in 5 mins, but that’s just by the looks of it. One bite and you’ll know why you came here instead of using your microwave in the comfort of your own home. The sausage is surprising in the flavors it has to offer, while the sauce is spicy, warm, and hearty. Pasta, as you’d expect is cooked al-dente, with a great chew to it. 

There was another dish (not pictured) - the Spinach Paccheri pasta with duck leg and chorizo. It sounds amazing, but it came out more like a heavy duck stew with carrots (chopped like a 4 year old would eat) into which pasta was thrown into. I get that it’s an original take on pasta, but one that just didn’t translate well in comparison to the other gems this place has to offer. 

For the sides, it’s worth getting the brussels sprouts - cooked in an open fire to crispy, charred goodness, alongside the roasted potatoes over a cool yogurt spiced with za’atar. 

Finally, Dessert. If there’s one you get - let it be the creamy Maple custard topped with crunchy hazelnut crumble. I try my best to remain health conscious and only have a few bites of each dessert, but this one I could not resist. It’s mildly sweet and silky custard with a hint of maple, and pairs brilliantly with the crunch of the flavorful hazelnut crumble. Each bite is smooth, crunchy, and delightful. I also ordered the Chocolate mousse with orange zest - It’s not too sweet, and comes with a nice orange finish. Light and fluffy, and topped with a think layer of heavy cream. 

The Best Part: The Chicken Liver Mousse - even if you’re just in the area for happy hour, pair it with one of their many nice wine offerings and enjoy the euphoria that comes with each bite.  

The Worst Part: The service. And to be fair, our waitress was in training. Her recommendations ended up being the dishes that fell flat; and unfortunately she was not very helpful in navigating menu options, nor did she attempt to come back with helpful answers from the seasoned staff. I’m sure she’ll improve with time. 

Good for: A different kind of Italian experience. The bar. A date (though a bit loud). A family outing. 

My take: Food 7/10; Ambience 7.5/10; Service: 6/10

Location: 1822 First St NW

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Five Great Coffee Shops of Shaw

“Have that next inspiring conversation in one of these five great cafes”

It’s at the edges where life is most interesting. Where transformation yields a tension that gives birth to originality and possibility.  It’s in Shaw that I see the future of DC taking shape; and where better to see this transformation taking place than from within the walls of its many coffee shops? Endlessly brewing with daring and original ideas brought on by the confluence of DC’s diverse population, I present to you 5 cafes that not only serve up great coffee and ambience, but provide a front row seat to the evolution taking place in one of the city’s most dynamic neighborhoods. 

1. La Colombe

The Lowdown: I’ll get my bias for this gem of a place out of the way first. Here’s what you need to know: The coffee is house-roasted and as good as it gets in the city; the staff is so helpful and engaging that you kind of want to be their friends in real life; The building is charming, and the entire side of it--a glass garage door-- opens up in the spring to let in the breeze (seriously, awesome). And if you’re a people-watching person like me (I swear I’m not creepy), this place is a feast of friendly and original characters that both dwell within and travel long distances to enjoy this well kept secret.

Location: 1219 Blagden Alley NW 

2. Mocking Bird Hill

The Lowdown: Coffee here is treated like art; and it’s prepared meticulously as a bartender would craft a unique cocktail. These exotic blends are not only made and priced like craft-cocktails, they are even served in rocks-glasses so you can sip in the beauty of the experience. Take the coffee I had for example: the Jipat from Ethiopia, a washed hairloom blend with notes of raspberry, guava, orange blossom. This isn’t your typical coffee, nor it is your typical cafe - it’s an experience and art to be appreciated. Mockingbird Hill’s Coffee service is only available on on Saturdays and Sundays. 

Location: 1843 7th St NW

3. Compass Coffee 

The Lowdown:  If I was to characterize this coffee shop a first glance it would be - student and work-from-home central. The only place I’ve seen more shiney new Macs is in an Apple store. This observation aside, the machinery behind the bar and live-roaster in the back are very impressive, and indicative of some high quality coffee being roasted. I grew a soft spot for this cafe because the owners are so welcoming. As I wandered like a stranger near the back of the cafe, I was warmly greeted by both of them and taken for a tour of the roasting process, and listened, captivated by their entrepreneurial origins from the battlefields of Afghanistan back to their home-turf of DC.  This is a place that I want to see grow and succeed. 

Location: 1535 7th St NW

4. The Coffee Bar (TCB) 

The Lowdown: A chill little neighborhood cafe that skews towards the youth- specifically, hipsters. If PBR sold coffee beans, TCB would be roastin’ em. The vibe here is rustic and vintage; think old record shop meets shabby chic decor with an assortment of pastries from croissants to scones to munch on. Seating here is limited, so grab the first space you see open up - my preference was the vintage velvet/velour couches that’s reminiscent of grandmas living room. 

Location:  1201 S St NW, Washington, DC 

5. Big Bear Cafe

The Lowdown: Ok, so technically this cafe is in Bloomingdale - right on the edge of Shaw, but it’s totally worth including on this list. Walking into this cafe is like receiving a warm bear-hug from the neighborhood. This cafe is so fused with the community that the garden patio entranceway serves as a forum of various meet-ups and pop-up bazaars. This keeps things endlessly fresh and interesting. Inside, happy tunes serenade you into a rustic house full of friendly locals, a selection of coffee and drinks, and hearty brunch food. With so much going on, there really is something for everyone. 

Location: 1700 First St NW

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Taqueria Habanero

“The place looks like crap, but who cares when their tacos win so hard at life”

The Lowdown: Everyone has that favorite hole-in-the-wall taco place they claim is “the best”. So when my colleague kept suggesting Taqueria Habanero as the place to try way up on 14th street, I was, to say the least, skeptical. But one bite of their tacos, and I knew I found my new go-to-taqueria. 

First Impression: Don’t judge this book by its cover - you’ll miss out if you do. The place is downright ugly. It’s not even half-cute in a hole-in-the-wall cute kind of way. To be honest, it’s architectural and ambiatic nonsense. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re not here to impress anyone, or to be wooed by ambience - you’re here to down some bad ass tacos. 

See, I told you it’s not pretty. 

What I ordered:

Yes, I know it’s the same pic you saw above - but when beef tongue is cut so thick, and juicy, who wouldn't want to look/stare/drool at it again? Truth is, I once ordered beef tongue tacos at Oyamel - and was utterly disappointed. I paid 1/5 the price for these and I can’t stop thinking about them. The flavor is distinct almost like the fatty part of beef sautéed in onion, and the texture is chewy. Being one of the most ordered tacos at the taqueria, this is one not to miss.

I’ve never looked at a cactus and wondered, “hmm, I wonder what it would be like to sink my teeth into one of those.” But when our waitress mentioned a Cactus salad on the menu, I was intrigued. It’s like a subdued green pepper with a softer texture. Mixed in with salsa ingredients, it becomes a cool refresher between bites of hot and spicy tacos. If you’re in the mood for something new, try it! While it won’t wow, it won’t disappoint either. 

Ok back to the amazing tacos. This beautiful fish taco was brilliantly seasoned and seared golden brown on the outside, while maintaining its fresh, white, and sweet interior. Mixed with cool crunchy onions in a sweet and spicy sauce, it’s a perfect balance that will make you wish these palm size tacos came with a super-size option. Alas, all good things come in small, taco-sized packages. 

Its truly surprising how good this chorizo taco is. Definitely tastes better than it looks, and certainly better than any I’ve had to-date. Grilled in a spicy red sauce and topped with cilantro and onions over the crispy warm house-made tortilla, it dazzles the taste-buds with its bold, hot flavor. 

The Best Part: Every $2.50 taco I ordered was a win - but beyond the amazing fillings themselves, what sets these tacos apart are the corn tortillas themselves. Freshly house-made, you can truly taste the difference in each bite. It’s warm, chewy, and crispy in all the right places. Also worth noting: The waitress was very and helpful with her recommendations. 

The Worst Part: Did I mention how ugly this place was? 

Good for: A no frills, memorable taco experience. Or pick up order. 

My take: Food 8/10; Ambience 3/10; Service: 7/10

Location: 3710 14th St., NW

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Welcoming Spring with a Khao Soi Brunch

What better way to welcome Spring, and my adorable niece into DC than an eclectic brunch with friends who are family!

The Lowdown: My sister and my adorable soon-to-be 2 yr-old niece are in town from Morocco. Since it’s the later’s first trip here, what better way to spend a Sunday than surround her with all our close friends in DC, and feed said friends an array of home-cooked meals starring Khao Soi, along side some mimosas and traditional brunch favorites! 

Welcome to America, you beautiful little nugget of joy!

Just a a few appetizers while the Khao Soi is prepared - Belgian waffles dusted with powered sugar, fresh berries, and sides of whipped cream and some deadly Nutella; and some maple bacon, turkey bacon, and turkey sausages. 

Close up of another side that was very popular and so quick and easy to prepare:  Ciabatta caprese with mozzarella, brie melt, oregano, basil leaf, and baby tomato. 

What’s Khao Soi you ask? It’s a very popular and delicious Burmese dish that features a thick curry reminiscent of Laksa with a coconut flavor. Today my sister cooked up both chicken and cod versions for our pescatarian friends. The toppings are what makes this dish stand out in flavor, and each bowl unique depending on the tastes of the eater. Toppings on today’s spread included: Dried and spicy shrimp and fish (from Thailand and Bangladesh) to add a spicy crunchy texture; Cilantro, for a fresh and crisp bite with each spoon-full; fresh diced onions for more flavor and crunch; deep fried garlic - because there’s no such thing as enough garlic; Chopped limes for a zing and tart; and my favorite: fried noodles to break up thick curry with even more crispy, crunchy texture. 

Our dear friend, Leone who just got back from many years working in the Middle East delighted us with wonderful Shakshuka dish (above) that oozes with flavor. Made of stewed tangy tomatoes, fresh peppers, and a variety of Arabian spices, and topped with eggs dropped in to cook in the heat of the stew - it’s a total comfort food that I’ll welcome any day for brunch. 

And thank you to our dear friends Samandar and lovely wife, MJ for bringing this amazing bouquet of colors to the table. Spring officially arrived with this couple. 

Oh, and did I mention there were poptarts? And I dont mean that frozen sh*t in a box, I’m talking about real, fresh-baked poptarts from 14th street’s Ted’s Bulletin. Soft, flakey, glazed pastry filled with sweet fruit filling. How can these not put a smile on your face? 

Thank you everyone for a beautiful day! 

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Crane and Turtle

"A culinary tale of unlikely, yet winning flavor combinations" 

The Lowdown:  In Japanese mythology there's a popular fable about crane and turtle who form an unlikely, yet winning duo. This narrative of unlikely couplings carries into Petworth's Crane and Turtle restaurant, which dares to combine the fine art of Japanese subtlety with dramatic French flair. The result? Just like its namesake, it's a winning combination of flavors and textures worth writing many lines of prose about. So, here begins another tale of happy endings!

First Impression: It's tiny. It's cute. It's charming. Anyone walking by this little restaurant will be drawn in by the creative artistry of its chefs on full display. Not only do you get to spend a few hours tucked away in a cozy shabby-chic space; but no matter where you sit, you have a front row seat to the drama unfolding in the beautifully appointed open kitchen. 

What I ordered:

The hand holding the milky white sake is mine - and if you're in the mood to sample a drink you won't likely find elsewhere in DC, I highly recommend it. Called the Haran "Morning Frost" Junmai Nigari, it's an unfiltered sake that's both smooth, slightly sweet, and velvety in texture. 

First up was the Hamachi Tataki. I still can't tell which aspect of this dish I was more impressed with - the fresh, delicate, and smokey Hamachi, or the very creative miso egg yolk sauce that was both light and creamy in texture, and almost mustardy in taste. I could have eaten this all night and left happy. 

Ah, now this is a beautifully presented dish. Light, refreshing, and unique - the Tako Wasabi is a unique take on octopus. Thin strips of shaved octopus dance in a tangy broth of mountain wasabi Jus and orange oil, topped with a crispy tako ball.

That's a charcoal grilled quail over a sprinkling of pomegranates and walnuts. It's a playful spring feast on a plate. I was certainly surprised to find it on the menu, yet, that's just the kind of unique culinary journey this fusion restaurant takes you on.  Don't miss out on the dazzling flavors of this dish. 

Holy Duck. This was amazing. There's a part of me that always worries a little with duck. Will it be too dry? Will it taste gamey? But this wonderful bird right here was pan roasted Szechuan style to absolute perfection. Its co-stars include soft and delicious braised yuba (tofu skin), over a delicate dan dan sauce and pea shoots. It's exotic, and it's a meat-lover's paradise on a plate. 

How often do you find giant scallops and tripes cohabiting on a plate of sun-choke puree, apple, brussels sprouts, and red wine sauce? This dish is all about the textures that challenge and intrigue your taste buds with every bite. How does one even come up with these combinations? Hats off to you Chef Makoto Hamamura.

Looking for a creamy, brothy dish to warm your insides on a winter night that won't leave you feeling too heavy? The olive oil poached Sablefish is an example of something that's both fresh and light, yet hits the very real desire for heartiness on a cool night. 

Finally, on to dessert! You have 3 choices - and if you're going to go with one, let it be this (trust me, I sampled all three!). Called the Apple Rangoon, it's a soft, warm pastry that melts like bread pudding into a creme fraiche ice-cream over itty little bits of crumble. It's accompanied by a tangy cranberry compote that will kick some tart and acidity into an otherwise sweet affair. 

If the Apple Rangoon wasn't enough, dig into the Mount Fiji - a moist molten chocolate cake sitting atop a tiny sea of salted caramel, and crunchy cookie crumble. 

The Best Part: Crane and Turtle wins on three points. 1) The service is exceptional - our waitress was amazing with all of our questions, and bang-on in her descriptions and suggestions. 2) The dishes - whether an appetizer, a main, or dessert - delivered on both taste and sensory experience. The chef is a true artist of flavor and textural combinations. 3) The setting itself - small and cozy- is a charming venue to spend a couple hours.   

The Worst Part: You'll note I never described the the 3rd dessert - the bourbon infused Pear Clafoutis. Well, let's just say not even my love of whisky could salvage this one. Just stay away from this soggy mess. 

Good for: A cozy and intimate night out with friends; a charming date location with a warm vibe, superb food quality, and artistic presentation. 

My take: Food 8.5/10; Ambience 8.5/10; Service: 9/10

Location: 828 Upshur Street NW

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Iron Gate

"Old DC meets New-Age Mediterranean with Charm and Elegance" 

The Lowdown: This is the kind of place that I love to review. If there are three words to describe Iron Gate they are as follows: Charm, Romance, and Elegance. Plus, you'll never know by the regal decor that this restaurant once served as a cavalry stable for one of the generals of the Civil War. And that's probably a good thing ;) It's just that intersection of old DC history and modern Mediterranean cuisine that keeps this place endlessly interesting. 

First Impression: A lantern-lit path greets and guides you to the large glass door entrance. You feel as if you are walking onto a period piece movie set -except this is a restaurant, and the table is set for you and your lucky companion. It's certainly a regal first-impression; but it's not just about the looks alone - the food, too, keeps pace effortlessly. 

What I ordered:

Let's get this night started right with one of their more popular cocktails - the "Smoke Gets In Your Eye" - the strong, smokey whisky warms the soul; while the red hue ignites all your senses. 

The Sesame Sheep and Goat's Milk Cheese was the show stopper, and easily ranks among some of the best presentation of cheese I have experienced.  Our waiter was well aware of its popularity - "If we took this off the menu, all of our customers would surely revolt," He joked.  In all seriousness, my pacifist self would probably lead that rebellion. The silkiness of the feta, the crispiness of the sesame shell, and the sweet/tanginess of the honey balsamic glaze make this a sensory and textural feast that will keep you coming back. Ask for a side of crackers to slather this goodness onto. 

The Charred Octopus was another win - Meaty chunks of beautifully charred octopus, tender and sweet inside, over a basil parsley puree reminiscent of something you'd find escargots swimming in at a French restaurant. 

Gemelli Pasta and Braised Rabbit: I don't normally order rabbit (yes - because they are cute), but when it comes highly recommended, I'll defer to the house specialty. The texture of the pasta was marvelous - cooked al dente, with just enough chew to give it a memorable role in the dish. The rabbit was ground meat, packed with herbs and spices - each bite was a chewy, flavorful explosion. 

Baccala Crusted Scallops, Lemon, Shaved Baby Beet Crudo: If a crab-cake ever made love to a scallop on a bed of lemon, this is what would result. And trust me, it tastes exactly like that description. A little heavy for my taste, but the scallops deserve praise for their gargantuan proportions and freshness. 

Kataifi Ekmek: I was so excited when I saw this on the menu - the last time I had one of these was in Istanbul over half a decade ago. And I must say, this was even more delightful. Under the luxurious layer of whipped cream lies shredded phyllo and custard. It's very difficult to describe the taste in words, but here goes:  It's light. It's fluffy. It's mildly sweet with a hint of lemon. It's perfect. 

The Best Part: The setting and ambience that can only be accomplished by tactfully respecting the centuries old place this is. There are very few places in DC that exude this level of charm. 

The Worst Part: The restaurant is segmented into different sections. I really wanted to experience the main dining room, but to do so, one must order the tasting menu. In the words of a wise woman, "'aint no one got time for that!"

Good for: A night out with that special someone  ;) 

My take: Food 8.5/10; Ambience 9/10. This place gets ambience and food just right. 

Location: 1734 N St., NW

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Toki Underground

"Where every dish is plated and served with a side of something extra - something rare: Pride." 

The Lowdown: Here, every dish is plated and served with a side of something extra - something rare: Pride. A pride that comes from loving what you do. It's a deliciously, wonderful trait that the staff exbhibits openly; and after almost 4 years in business I'm here to re-affirm that Toki Underground has still got it. 

First Impression: Walk up the narrow stairway to the second floor restaurant, and you are greeted with dim blue lights illuminating graffiti sprawling the walls. It's a mysterious entrance that could easily double as a gateway to a underground grunge party. Reach the top and you feel like you've entered a secret treehouse illuminated by charming red orb lanterns that adds a layer mystic and warmth to the atmosphere. This is a place that invites you to spend a couple of hours, hidden away from the grand corridors of DC, sipping on original cocktails and delighting in the many artfully crafted dishes. 

What I ordered:

Japanese whisky topped with a sweet, foamy meringue. This is genius in a glass. 

Oh baby those buns never looked so fine. Seriously, I like big buns, and this pic doesn't lie. This is a case of opposites attract. Where crispy fried chicken tossed in a flavorful, spicy asian sauce meets fluffy, sweet cloud buns and the angels sing at the match made in heaven. 

If you're feeling experimental, try this brussels sprout and carrot kimchi innovation - it packs an INTENSE punch that leaves you salivating from the acidity, in a good way. 

If you've read my previous posts you know I melt like butter whenever dumplings are placed before me. There's a 3 things to know about these that make it a must try: 1) Semi crispy/semi chewy exterior that 2) bites down into soft ground pork spiced and flavor packed with herbs in just the right way; and 3) sits above a delicious sweet glaze.

And finally, the main event we've come for: the Ramen. I went with the server's favorite - the Red Miso. The broth is hot and savory - perfect for a winter night. The colors and textures create a dish full of endless surprises. Scooping into it with the giant ladle is like digging for treasure. The pirate in me appreciates this. But the best part was the noodles - each strand can be distinguished from the other - each had its own character. The noodle didn't just play a supporting role, it was the soul of the bowl itself.

The Best Part: The passion and pride of the chefs and servers. They actually love being there. This passion not only translates into great food; its infectious in spirit as well.  

The Worst Part: The line is always long at this 20-something seater place-- But good things are worth waiting for. You can always walk across the street for a drink while you build your appetite, the bar options are plenty.  Also, the pork in my Red Miso was a *little* over salted. 

Good for: Any occasion. Your date will think you're pretty cool if you bring them here. Your friend will thank you for introducing them to some of the most creative food in DC. And your mom will think you're weird at first entrance, but will begin the appreciate the genius of the place once she bites into the crispy chicken bun. 

My take: Food 8.5/10; Ambience 8/10. Winner and a keeper. 

Location: 1234 H St., NE

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Donburi

"Japanese minimalism meets urban DC, and the result is deliciously entertaining" 

The Lowdown: Whatever reputation you hold in your mind of Adams Morgan - the roaring bars, unruly crowds, meh & over-priced food - shatters in the face of one of its newest residents: Donburi. This is the perfect blend of Japanese minimalism--both in decor & food-- remixed to the beauty, and flavors of ADMO's natural urban landscape. This is everything that a hole in the wall aspires to be. 

First Impression: Walk too fast and you'll miss it on the busy 18th street corridor; walk too slow and they will probably run out of their fresh salmon shashimi that tops their most popular dish - the Sakedon. Even though there's only 14 seats at the bar, the seats clear fast, and the hip-hop music and sing/dance-alongs from the personality-packed cooks keep you entertained throughout. 

What I ordered: There's only a few items on the menu - 1/3 of them are fish or meat toppings inside a deep rice-bowl;  another 3rd are just the toppings on their own as appetizer plates; and the final 3rd are shashimi sides. Not only do they all taste great - it's pure entertainment to watch them get made by the line-cooks in front of you.

My bowl of the night: the Unagidon - fresh, soft eel that's kissed by a blow torch right before it gets served. It's a quite a delivery, and one that serves both the purposes of drama as well as culinary tact. While the inside of the eel remains soft, maintaining the freshness of flavor; the outside skin is given a delicate charring that slightly crisps the skin, adding another subtle layer of delightful flavor and texture. Everything about it was wonderful - from preparation, to presentation, and consumption!

And what you see above is the Karaagedon. When I asked one of the line-cooks what this entailed, he shot back, "It's like Japanese Popeyes!" Only, I disagree - this chicken is far better. Objectively speaking, they are succulent little nuggets of joy. Just look at that picture, I know you want it. You know you want it. So what are we waiting for here...

And finally, we got some crispy panko-coated jumbo-shrimp on the house because the brand-new host who took our order, royally butchered the order. Forgiveness in exchange for shrimp like this? Call me Mother Teresa. 

The Best Part: Singing and Dancing line-cooks who joke with you throughout the night; music that will have you moving to the beat; and food that will rock your world and come in under $20. This will be a return spot, over and over.

The Worst Part: 1) When you walk in, you stand in line and place your order. Given the tightness of space, this isn't an ideal experience. 2) The front-of-house was not on his game - he pretty much botched every order, and sat people who came in after us, ahead of us. He was new, and mistakes will happen, but the frequency led me to call him out on the multiple fails. Hanger happens. 3) There's no booze here. Those Karaage nuggets of joy would have gone down nicely with a cold Kirin beer. Not to despair - I hear a liquor license is in the works. 

Good for: A quick and casual dinner with a friend or a date after work; or comfort food that you pick up on your way home. A side note: If you show up with friends, more than three in your party will get tricky as it's all bar seating. 

My take: Food 8.5/10; ambience 8.5/10 This place is unique and will put a smile on your face (once you get seated that is!) 

Location: 2438 18th St. NW. 

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Domku

"The cutest little place serving up the meanest little pierogis" 

The Lowdown: It's probably one of the cutest restaurants you will come across in DC. It's got an interesting vibe - neighborhood cafe meets Northern and Eastern European cuisine, in a setting that's very Brooklyn-esque. On cold night, it's a great spot to roll up with a friend, sample some foreign liquors and cocktails, and munch on hearty foods you'd otherwise have to take a sled across the hinterlands of Europe to experience. 

My first impression: It's called Domku - Polish for "Little home", and right when I walked in, that's exactly what I felt - home. This place is cozy. welcoming. and warm. So much so that it left me wanting to meet its owners. I'd be willing to bet they are the cutest, happiest couple on earth; it's the only plausible combination that could give birth to such an endearing spot in a not-quite-yet-endearing part of town.

What I ordered: I went with an expert in Polish cuisine - made expert by the fact that she has a Polish grandma who's got a reputation for cooking pierogis that would score an 11 on a scale of 10. That's some good training of the taste buds right there. To start, we got the beet soup, which tasted...beety. It was warm, and I was cold, so I won't complain too much!

Next came the pierogis- and while not quite her grandmas pierogis, my Polka companion did admit they were good - even by her lofty standards. On a personal note, I have a slight bias towards anything that comes in the shape and form of a dumpling. Chances are I'll love it. But objectively speaking, these were good. Cheesy, potatoey, bacony (did I taste bacon?!), soft, buttery pillowy, and mildly spicy. You get the point - These definitely hit the spot. 

Finally came the main course, which we shared - Naleniki, a crepe, served covered in a simmering tomato sauce. It was nice - each bite a mysterious and pleasant unfolding of kasha, red pepper, mushrooms, spinach, and melty cheese. 

The best part: Pierogis, duh. But also, a new discovery: Tatanka made with Zubrowka--a Polish vodka with chilled apple juice. It's a winning combo - so order up and raise your glass, saying "Nastrovia!  (Polish for "to your health!)

The worst part: I feel like saying something negative about this place would be comparable to hating on a kitten. It's just too cute to say anything negative about! I will say this - the food, while overall good, missed the wow factor. In fact, according to my polish companion, was not authentically Polish. None of this, however, applies to the pierogis. The pierogis can do no wrong.  

Good for: A relaxed night in the neighborhood, friendly chats; all while sipping on foreign cocktails, and munching on soft, savory pierogis to warm up an otherwise cold night. 

My take: Food 7/10; ambience 8/10 - I'd totally go back for the pierogis and lovely atmosphere!

Location: 821 Upshur Street NW Washington, DC 20011

Beet soup - very red and Christmasy 

May I lay my head upon thy pillowy goodness and nappeth? 

And curl into those warm crepey folds of cheesy goodness? 

...Clearly it's late and time for bed. Adieu. 

Top of post picture credit: Capital Cooking with Lauren DeSantis

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The EmporiYUM at Union Market

"Move over partisan politics, we're reclaiming DC in the name of artisan plates." 

The Lowdown:  Any place that stamps the words "YUM" on your hand as you enter the venue is a place I’d like to spend my Sunday. This is an event conceived by, and curated for foodie-millennials. It’s almost, just almost, too cool for DC. With over 60 of the most lauded food artisans from across the country and region participating -- think Momofuku Milk Bar serving up everything from their famous Crack Pie to the much anticipated DC Laotian restaurant, Thip Khao and their spicey herb sausages -- This place had something for everyone; each booth serving up their crowd pleasing home runs all under one roof.

My first impression: I can smell the food. I can smell the hipsters. Are we in Seattle? Brooklyn? LA? Could this really be my city? The recently revived Union Market is set in the peripheries of the mainstream corridors of DC. It is a terrific, budding rose in the heart of an up and coming, diverse, and historically rich neighborhood. It's unique, charming, and a welcome diversion away from the familiar. 

What I had: Every booth was dishing out SWAG in the form of beautiful delicacies. Some of the select winners for me: Momofuku’s orgasmic and addictive Crack Pie; Spice Makes Nice’s spicy Javanese Chicken in warm creamy ratatouille, a sampling of whisky, red wine, and garlic infused cured meats from Creminelli’s Italian Fine Meats; one of DC favorites, Luke’s Lobster Roll’s buttery, crispy roll overflowing with chunky, fresh lobster bites; soon to open Thip Khao’s herb infused spicy sausages and chili jam over cucumber; and a Union Market Hot Toddy to wash it down - perfectly spiced and topped with an orange slice for a fall weather warming effect. 

The best part: That all this is in DC. I still can’t get over that. 

Good for: An energizing culinary adventure that will transport you into an-other-city-like experience. For those days you want to get out of the city, without leaving the city. 

The worst part: Tucked away behind old food warehouses, inscribed in Chinese, Arabic, and Thai lettering this place is charming; but also out of the way. I’ve seen other cities give more reverence to the local food scene, placing them at the center of the action (think Borough market in London). But, I get it: if Union Market's location will bring renewed growth and movement into a part of DC that’s seen little of it in the past decades, then I’m more than willing to drive in and revel in food glory, anytime. 

Location: 1309 5th Street NE, Washington, District of Columbia 20002

Momofuku Crack pies and Hot Toddies. Bliss. 

Luke’s Lobster Roll, warm, buttery, chunky, fresh. delightful. 

Creminelli Fine Meat’s Italian cured delicacies - whisky, red wine, and garlic infused meat combination

Wildflour Fine Baking Co.’s eye teasing macaroons and petite fours

DC never tasted so good ;) 

Super talented, and super nice - the chef behind the genius of Spice Makes Nice’s mouthwatering recipes

Jalapeno and breadcrumb baked mac-and cheese

Yours truly with foodie partner in crime, Hoda!

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DCity Smokehouse

"The best ribs in DC, hands down." 

The Lowdown: Caution, if you eat the ribs here just once, you will be hooked. No other ribs will ever compare. These ribs are so good that my OCD, neat freak self was chomping on them in the middle of a red light, and driving home with sticky fingers because the 9 min commute from Rhode Island Ave to my home in ColHi was just too long to resist these babies. 

My first impression: "Where the hell am I," I thought as I pulled up next to the joint. The neighborhood is definitely on the up and coming side...emphasis on the coming. My next thought, "Who cares, I smell heaven roasting on the spit." As I walked in, I fell in love with it's modern-hip-hole-in-the-wall interior. Everything about this place was happy and welcoming - the decor, the music, the look, and especially the staff!

What I ordered: 1/2 slab of ribs that came with double side buttered toast. 

The best part: I can go on about these ribs, but will be cautious of my 60 second limit. The short version: They look majestic in it's packaging. Your eyes are satisfied. You pick one up, and you notice the skin is charred and rubbed with beautiful spices. Inside is rupturing with juice. This will be good. You dip it into the bbq sauce, and take your first bite: It's sweet, it's tangy, it has a mild spicy kick to it. And it falls off the bone. I'm not just using that as an expression - it literally falls right off the bone. It's so tender a toddler can chew it down in 2 bites (please don't test that observation). 

The worst part: It's tiny, and gets crowded. There's only 6 bar stools, so you'll have to take it to go. Call in advance so your order is ready to go, or you may find yourself waiting - a torture when you smell what's cookin' in the kitchen. 

Good for: A weekend indulgence to pick up, take home, consume, and fall into a food induced afternoon comma. 

My take: 10/10 - Can ribs get any better? I doubt it. Everything on the menu looks excellent as well - from the brisket to the fries, to it's award winning sandwiches (voted DC's best). 

Location: 8 Florida Ave NW, b/t N Q St & N Capitol St