On Thursday I had lunch with a girl named Halliday. We have a few mutual friends, some shared history and, as it turns, similar interests and attitudes. It was pleasant and I enjoyed her company.
It’s a good thing I did, because lunch took two goddam hours. I left work at 12:10 and got back at 2:45. I just can’t imagine a circumstance in which that sort of service is acceptable. I’m sure they exist, just not in my world.
We arrived on time and were promptly seated. They took our order thirty minutes later and I don’t think we saw a piece of bread until we’d been there for an hour. I wasn’t going to make a scene about it and, frankly, I didn’t have much to do at work, but I was still a little steamed. If I’d been under any sort of time constraint I would have been apoplectic… but, then again, I also would have been more vocal about it.
I started with the seafood stew (eh), the steak frite (flank and shoestring) and finished with an apple cobbler-type dessert. The steak was delicious, medium-rare and thinly-sliced on a bias. The fries may well have been, as advertised, the “Best on K St”, but I only say that because I’ve got nothing to stand them up against. I was jealous of Halliday’s cheese plate – but I held to my maxim about not ordering two of anything.
Even considering the service, I would go back here again for a couple reasons. The décor was funky and eclectic, unlike any other K St establishment.
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