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What a coincidence, I was just drinking a Hennepin when I came across this thread. I dig Ommegang's stuff. Also Allagash. I'm proudly Pansudsual.

What else do we have in the house, lessee now? Rogue Dead Guy. Offshore Amber Ale from the Vineyard. Sparhawk Golden Ale from Maine. Wachusett Country Ale. (Trying to catch up on the regionals around here.) A case of Czechvar for removing tannins from teeth. Some nonalcoholic Becks for the preggo. My current fave, though, has to be Stone IPA, from San Diego. Those guys are making great beer right now.

Prosit!

Too bad Furstenburg will likely not be able to make it after all, as he is scheduled to make up a foursome that morning at Burning Tree with Mssrs. Wabeck, Power and Pangaud. You may be assured that a well-trained underling will, however, conduct the tour almost as well as he would have in person. Attendees may bring their own cake and/or breast milk, provided it be served at room temperature. No Segways or Russian chicks, please.

Anwar Sadat?

Nasser, what you want to do is Begin at Kalorama park, go North up Columbia Road and it's on the left just before you hit Biltmore St. I'd hate to steer you wrong, as I don't want to get a flea in Meir.

I think restaurants should do more to recognize third dates.

"Is tonight a special occasion, sir?"

"It will be in about 25 minutes."

"Ah, in that case the oysters were free."

I dont like it when people bring their bad attitude and arrogancy into the restaurant.

That's fair enough, but as a PWBAAA I wish to remind you that you are not to ask me to disclose my bad attitude and arrogancy in advance of my visit, though I may choose to reveal either, or both, to you during the course of my meal should the red snapper bisque be too tepid or the Donnhoff too warm for my taste.

Il tizio, compra un indizio.

I hope these folks have not planned on relying on the lobbying trade too much.

You think the high-dollar steakhouses are gonna have it hard? Spare a thought for the small, family loafer-buckle manufacturing concerns.

So I guess it'll be BLTDC?

Site doesn't seem to like an undeifined context root.

Whereas, me, I like a good root in almost any context it may occur.

A Korean noodle shop, Myong Dong ...

Just one lousy "L" away from immortality in the Suggestive Restaurant Names Hall Of Fame.

sinecure \SY-ni-kyoor; SIN-i-kyoor\, noun:

Any office or position which requires or involves little or no responsibility, labor, or active service.

Ok, DC may not be lahdidahdi frickin' New York, but at least it isn't Boston.

They're bite-size nuggets of appetizer heaven. Mini-burgers are all the rage around Boston. -- Boston Globe, January 11, 2006.

TimeOut's Curry predicts that when this craze passes, brunch may be the next to shrink. Expect mini French toast, mini waffles, and mini pigs-in-blankets. ''God knows,' he says, "they're adorable."

Mini pigs-in-blankets. Preemptively trite.

I damn well hope they used a local lawyer to draft that.

Let's look at this rationally. It's 2006, the midterms are around the corner and xenophobia is this year's gay marriage. Smells like astroturf.

It actually reminds me of a creepy moment in Kubrick's "The Shining."

There were no creepy moments in the version I saw.

"Most bread in DC is raunchy."

Only the pickled loaf. It's a dill-dough.

"The menu was courtesy of Falls Church's 2941, the fedora and gloves were courtesy of Rockwell's closet."

I always assumed Rocks's closet was full of cases of Riesling and old TemptAsian takeout boxes.

The only great restaurant to open in 2005 is Foti's in Culpepper.

Jeez, surely somebody ought to start a thread?

If you brush your teeth in the bathroom your toothbrush has fecal coliform on it.

Thank God I'm British.

I do think it is in very poor taste, and does not project a sense of hospitality, to complain about your clientele in a public forum outside of your restaurant.

They're not your clientele until they show up like they fucking said they would.

And most dogs don't have to suffer with fleas, because their owners remorselessly poison them. No-shows please take note.

Know why the Capitol Lounge caught fire? Because that blonde bartender who used to work the back bar was so unbelieveably freaking hot! I used to throw drinks over my shoulder so she'd come round to refill me more often. Actually, that's not true. But it totally would have been if I drank slower. Uh, I'm gonna go now.

Who will be first to observe that this is all a storm in a D-cup?

Best suggestion has already been tendered elsewhere: "Jack in the Box."

And probably not alone, either.

How about Shamshiry? It's right off the Dulles access road and Joe H. is always on about how good it is. (I'm just saying.)

PS: We may have another contender for the "Worst Restaurant Web Site" thread.

I think I had the utmost of the "Are You Kidding Me?" moments recently.  At a highly regarded, world-famous, TV Star-headed bakery--which shall remain nameless--I paid $8 for a piece of cake that was the single worst thing I have ever put in my mouth, not having spent any time in prison yet.

No more love for you!

Now you go. And never come back.