The weekend keeps a pocket full of mistletoe for emergencies.
Your Perks: 1) Up to 25% off pocket-size battery packs—so you’ll never have dead-phone anxiety again. 2) Sleek, Swedish-style leather briefcases and bags from Oppermann. 3) A stunning seven-speed bike that folds up in 10 seconds flat. Yes, we counted.
Chestnuts. Eggnog. Foie gras. Okay, that last one is new to us as far as holiday eats, but nonetheless, seven spots on H Street are doing their takes on it, like foie crème brûlée at Le Grenier and “foiestrami” at Granville Moore’s. Perhaps a foie gras crawl (foie grawl?) is in order.
There is no baseball. But your reasons to head down near the stadium are multiplying. The latest: Agua 301, where a former Masa 14 chef will turn out pork belly al pastor and beef barbacoa that you dip in queso fundido. On the bar: 60 tequilas and mezcals. Aka a home run.
It always sneaks up on you this time of year: Joe Strummer Day. Fortunately, the folks at the Passenger, Mockingbird Hill and the Pug marked their calendars to honor the late Clash frontman, with Clash-themed cocktails and a playlist heavy on his oeuvre. Most with only three chords.
If you’re not going anywhere this weekend, well, you’re probably wise. Also: it gives you an excuse to head to Bar Pilar, where they’re doing a bottomless, Home Alone–inspired brunch of comfort food like pizza bagels, deep-fried PB&J and eggnog. Bring your own aftershave.
Just in case you don’t have other plans on Christmas Eve, the folks at DGS are having a one-night-only go at Chinese-Jewish fusion. They’ll be rolling you out three courses of pastrami lo mein, egg-drop-matzo-ball soup and kasha fried rice. You can probably still use a fork.
