The weekend sees what you’re getting at.
The first Chez Billy: urban, a bit industrial, a bit French. This one in the former Café La Ruche space: a little bit country. French country. Like gold-leaf paint, antique mirrors and a menu that runs to soupe de poisson, mussels and steak frites. Head for the brick-paved patio while you still have the chance.
One of these days, you’ll need a chef. One who does the shopping, cooks for your dinner party and cleans up. Like this outfit called Kitchensurfing, which just launched inside the Beltway. They’ve got 20 chefs in their rotation who specialize in everything from Southern to Peruvian. But maybe not Southern Peruvian.
If you find yourself up Tenleytown way, here’s a spot for you: the bright and airy Bread & Salt. They’ve got breakfast every day, plus stone-oven pizza, housemade pasta and grab-and-go pastries from their bakery. As a wise man once said, “This place has everything.”
You can go to Malmaison under the Whitehurst Freeway for dinner. You can go to dance. But now they’ve gone and made the whole thing turnkey, in the form of a three-course dinner with wine pairings, followed by a night of dancing with the Sin Miedo Salsa Orchestra. There’s no salsa like turnkey salsa.
Blah blah blah blah blah 250-pound pumpkin, which will be hollowed out, filled with beer and tapped like a keg on Monday blah blah blah blah blah blah. Yeah, we didn’t think the other stuff was important, either.
