Our last night in D.C., Sunday, after all those receptions, we had what I thought was the best dinner of the trip, at a place called Founding Farmers.
The menu looked good, good food, not too pretentious. When the waiter gave us his spiel, we got a little worried – he seemed to have a little of that overly precious, temple of food attitude – but it all worked out. The only thing I thought was that the menu was a little too hearty for the 97-degree weather outside. There were burgers and pork chops and mac and cheese. We started with a skillet corn bread, with corn kernels in. I had a fried chicken salad with bacon and avocado – a salad, but definitely on the rich side. I only ate half of it, and was still kind of too full. Mark got steak with green beans and mashed potatoes – the green beans were perfect.
It was a good thing we had a walk, to aid digestion – past the White House, and through Lafayette Square, where we watched a duckie swim under the loops of water in the fountain – to get back to the hotel, to watch the 11:30 repeat of vampires.
