I’ve mentioned this before, but will continue to flog this horse: dining on Barracks Row and around Eastern Market ranges from mediocre to horrible. My first impressions of Cava – the new Mediterranean tapas place – were woefully off course; I refuse to ever pick over the dried-out sub-continent servings from Pennsylvania Avenue’s Aatish on the Hill again; Jordan’s 8, which just celebrated an anniversary, deserves to go out of business with its lack of service (asking for utensils three times seems a bit much, but perhaps the staff was trying to do me a favor), slapdash treatment of vegetables (is cooked spinach really quite difficult), and a ravioli that could be bested by something from a can; and to top off the list Banana Café – reputedly a “Mexican” joint – can’t even produce a decent fajita that isn’t slathered in grease or an ingredient that doesn't look as if it came from the "international" section of Walmart's food aisle.
Matchbox is a lonely exception to this drek, and now comes news that the owners will be opening up a new spot a few doors down, dubbed Ted’s Bulletin. Hill Rag reports that Ted’s, an American diner, is expected to open up in February of 2010. The owners suggested that this prime location would have been snapped up anyways, so they decided to preempt such competition. However, given the current state of dining in the neighborhood, Ted’s fiercest competition will likely be its corporate pizza- and mini-burger-serving cousin next door.
Meanwhile, closer to the ballpark, at the corner of 3rd St. and K St. SE, the Cornercopia deli and cornerstore has debuted. Check back soon for a review of its sandwich offerings…
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel
I know that a shopping trip after a workout hardly counts as "covering" the eats of Southeast, but there's food, and it's in Southeast, so there. To the gentleman or lady who attempted to hide the last glass six-pack of Schweppes regular tonic water, I have news for you. Those stacks of ginger ale as camouflage were a clever ruse, but ultimately an insufficient defense against my determination to find the simple and essential ingredients for a properly made gin and tonic. I had a fifth sense telling me there was regular Schweppes tonic water to be had this evening at Harris Teeter. Those Canada Dry decoys were artfully strewn across the aisle floor though. Well played. I look forward to our next contest!
There's something melancholy about a single slice of cake. Now, there are exceptions. Campagno's in Monterey, just off the Presidio, serves up custom sandwiches combined with cake slices. But these mammoth wedges from the local Italians exemplify American excess perfected in cake batter. But, the tiny cake slices - forlorn in their individual plastic packaging - at Harris Teeter made me both sad for myself to be buying one, and sad for the cake that had lost its brother and sister cake slices. This cake slice will never know holiday joy. For it, its demise is that of detached anonymity. Already shorn away from its whole hours earlier in some back room, the individual cake slice is destined for an inglorious end.
Given my druthers, I would blog about the fabulous eats at new bars and restaurants in Southeast, but there's a slight tightening in the credit markets, making the opening of new dining establishments particularly difficult. Of course, that didn't stop Mayor Fenty from making the rounds in Las Vegas... Maybe if we're lucky, I'll be able to write about something other than burgers soon. Rumor has it that Gordon Biersch or some such bar is looking to set up around the ballpark. Here's hoping! Otherwise, my next post will have to discuss the pros and cons of fresh fruit vs. pre-packaged/pre-cut.
There's something melancholy about a single slice of cake. Now, there are exceptions. Campagno's in Monterey, just off the Presidio, serves up custom sandwiches combined with cake slices. But these mammoth wedges from the local Italians exemplify American excess perfected in cake batter. But, the tiny cake slices - forlorn in their individual plastic packaging - at Harris Teeter made me both sad for myself to be buying one, and sad for the cake that had lost its brother and sister cake slices. This cake slice will never know holiday joy. For it, its demise is that of detached anonymity. Already shorn away from its whole hours earlier in some back room, the individual cake slice is destined for an inglorious end.
Given my druthers, I would blog about the fabulous eats at new bars and restaurants in Southeast, but there's a slight tightening in the credit markets, making the opening of new dining establishments particularly difficult. Of course, that didn't stop Mayor Fenty from making the rounds in Las Vegas... Maybe if we're lucky, I'll be able to write about something other than burgers soon. Rumor has it that Gordon Biersch or some such bar is looking to set up around the ballpark. Here's hoping! Otherwise, my next post will have to discuss the pros and cons of fresh fruit vs. pre-packaged/pre-cut.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hunt for the Elusive Tonic
This weekend I scoured the vast expanse of southeast liquor stores in search of the elusive tonic water. Something so simple: Schweppes, regular, tonic water. Not diet. Not Canada Dry. Not a generic brand. Either plastic bottles or glass would have been acceptable, though of course the glass bottles are preferable. And yet, as I bull-moosed my way, sweating, in shorts and cut-off pitted-out white t-shirt, topped off by a soaked do-rag, I was inevitably disappointed at every stop.
I was finishing a run through D.C., and thought to pick up some tonic water at one of the ubiquitous liquor stores along Pennsylvania Ave., but repeatedly shoved my way past Saturday night Capitol Hill crowds only to be frustrated in my search. After leaving 7 liquor stores along Pennsylvania and Barracks Row, two CVS drugstores, and a deluxe Harris Teeter, empty-handed, I was only more determined to find my one needed ingredient for a cool gin and tonic (G&T).
I got into the car and - braving crowds of pedestrians walking around Nationals ballpark, I drove to yet another liquor store on South Capitol (aka Taxation Without Representation Street), only to be foiled by another unenlightened shopkeeper, as well as annoyed by hounds of punk kids buying flask-sized Jack Daniel's bottles. There was only one alternative left: The "Unsafe" Safeway (Ed. note: there seems to be some disagreement about the identity of the genuine "Unsafe" Safeway). Not my moniker for Southwest's only (I think?) grocery store, but that's how the blogerati and hipsters refer to it. Well, I finally found several sticky bottles of Schweppes regular tonic water - the plastic kind, not refrigerated - at Safeway, and was able to return home victorious. To enjoy the most hard-earned G&T ever.
Update: Harris Teeter usually carries some sort of Schweppes regular tonic water, but in this case, every in-store location had been "looted" prior to my arrival, and the storeroom - it was realized after an exhaustive search - was empty of Schweppes, too.
I was finishing a run through D.C., and thought to pick up some tonic water at one of the ubiquitous liquor stores along Pennsylvania Ave., but repeatedly shoved my way past Saturday night Capitol Hill crowds only to be frustrated in my search. After leaving 7 liquor stores along Pennsylvania and Barracks Row, two CVS drugstores, and a deluxe Harris Teeter, empty-handed, I was only more determined to find my one needed ingredient for a cool gin and tonic (G&T).
I got into the car and - braving crowds of pedestrians walking around Nationals ballpark, I drove to yet another liquor store on South Capitol (aka Taxation Without Representation Street), only to be foiled by another unenlightened shopkeeper, as well as annoyed by hounds of punk kids buying flask-sized Jack Daniel's bottles. There was only one alternative left: The "Unsafe" Safeway (Ed. note: there seems to be some disagreement about the identity of the genuine "Unsafe" Safeway). Not my moniker for Southwest's only (I think?) grocery store, but that's how the blogerati and hipsters refer to it. Well, I finally found several sticky bottles of Schweppes regular tonic water - the plastic kind, not refrigerated - at Safeway, and was able to return home victorious. To enjoy the most hard-earned G&T ever.
Update: Harris Teeter usually carries some sort of Schweppes regular tonic water, but in this case, every in-store location had been "looted" prior to my arrival, and the storeroom - it was realized after an exhaustive search - was empty of Schweppes, too.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Cava Disappoints, but still Par for the Neighborhood
I can safely say, Cava has settled in, as just another mediocre, over-priced, Eastern Market restaurant. Despite the scene it continues to make in its opening weeks, with local - and I mean really local - big-wigs popping in to try its food and savor the long bar, I would suggest nothing more than a drink or two, and perhaps one small plate. During my first visit I tried Greek specialties - feta cheese, honey, hummus, pita bread - and was rewarded. But at the owner's urging, who claimed "everything on the menu is excellent, there's nothing I wouldn't recommend," I ventured further afield my the second time around.
And was sorely disappointed for my efforts. The mushroom trahana, a greek take on grits, was serviceable, but bland. So too, the roasted mussels. The disco fries, by which the management swears, were a complete disaster: The fries were gelatinous and cold; the braised pork topping was certainly tough, but left me wondering if the chef had forgotten that part about making the meat actually palatable; and the sour cream dollops failed to bring the dish together - indeed they broke the mushed fries apart as I attempted to free them from their earthen serving bowl. Meatballs from the grill, ensconced in a red sauce, were the exception for the evening. Unfortunately, here, presentation failed miserably, as each meatball looked like a singular turd on my plate.
The staff could definitely use some tips on service as well. Waiting 20-25 minutes for a refresh on my beverage is unacceptable in all circumstances. But being forced to endure such a long dry spell, while sitting at the bar, attended by 3 bartenders, wears on credulity. Perhaps the service limitations have already been recognized. The fancily named Artemis, Persephone, and other deity-dubbed cocktails, have all been replaced by simple ingredient lists. Apparently, a half dozen themed drinks were too much to remember for most of the staff. And again, no dessert? Twice now, I've sat down for cocktails, an entire course of small plates, followed by more cocktails, but have yet to be offered a choice of dessert. And no, last-minute, thrown-together, defrosted baklava, served up by a cook who's already taken her hat off for the evening, is not my idea of a fine finish to the meal.
Rating: 5/10
In Short: Questionable service has given way to poor service, and many non-Greek or complex dishes are downright bad. Keep it simple: cheese; hummus. Still, a prime location with a cool, airy interior, and (presumably, soon) a rooftop patio.
Website: http://dc.cavamezze.com/site/home
Location: 527 8th Street SE, 20003
And was sorely disappointed for my efforts. The mushroom trahana, a greek take on grits, was serviceable, but bland. So too, the roasted mussels. The disco fries, by which the management swears, were a complete disaster: The fries were gelatinous and cold; the braised pork topping was certainly tough, but left me wondering if the chef had forgotten that part about making the meat actually palatable; and the sour cream dollops failed to bring the dish together - indeed they broke the mushed fries apart as I attempted to free them from their earthen serving bowl. Meatballs from the grill, ensconced in a red sauce, were the exception for the evening. Unfortunately, here, presentation failed miserably, as each meatball looked like a singular turd on my plate.
The staff could definitely use some tips on service as well. Waiting 20-25 minutes for a refresh on my beverage is unacceptable in all circumstances. But being forced to endure such a long dry spell, while sitting at the bar, attended by 3 bartenders, wears on credulity. Perhaps the service limitations have already been recognized. The fancily named Artemis, Persephone, and other deity-dubbed cocktails, have all been replaced by simple ingredient lists. Apparently, a half dozen themed drinks were too much to remember for most of the staff. And again, no dessert? Twice now, I've sat down for cocktails, an entire course of small plates, followed by more cocktails, but have yet to be offered a choice of dessert. And no, last-minute, thrown-together, defrosted baklava, served up by a cook who's already taken her hat off for the evening, is not my idea of a fine finish to the meal.
Rating: 5/10
In Short: Questionable service has given way to poor service, and many non-Greek or complex dishes are downright bad. Keep it simple: cheese; hummus. Still, a prime location with a cool, airy interior, and (presumably, soon) a rooftop patio.
Website: http://dc.cavamezze.com/site/home
Location: 527 8th Street SE, 20003
Monday, May 4, 2009
New Tapas Place Faces off Market, Mini-Burgers
The Eastern Market/Barracks Row blocks in Southeast are bucking current market trends – or at least trying to - with several restaurant openings in recent weeks. First, Matchbox opened its second site in the Capitol on Barracks Row, perhaps looking to take advantage of the increasingly populated area thanks to Nationals baseball. Now comes Cava, a Greek mezze-style (tapas) restaurant. Cava boasts lamb mini-sliders that are set to take on, and perhaps dethrone Matchbox’s heralded mini-burgers. With a smooth buttery taste – thanks to a blend of yogurt and feta - and a complement of arugula that engulfs the precisely-cooked tendrils of leg, Cava provides a fresher and tenderer alternative to Matchbox’s too-often dried out minis. But that’s not all: feta cheese dipped in honey is perfectly evocative of what a shepherd would have offered to a wandering Odysseus, while the pita arrives warm from the oven and the olives are succulent. The inside décor has received considerable attention as well. The dangling globe-lights hovering at varying lengths above the tables are something out of a midsummer night, looking as much like natural luminescence from lighting bugs as anything else. Lighting farther back in the restaurant and above the bar is elegantly recessed and unobtrusive, while the flat-screen televisions above the bar are unimposing, yet good resolution. According to the chief bartender, the first week for Cava has been a good trial run for the staff, busy, but not overwhelming. Indeed, by my count late on a Sunday night, staff at the bar outnumbered patrons 3:1.
That’s not to say the opening has been completely flawless. The signature “Persephone” cocktail was absent because the bar had run out of Maker’s Mark. And while the man behind the bar put together a cool and refreshing raspberry mojito, I was less impressed with “Artemis,” as the drink's citrus combination became lost in the added sugar. The asparagus frittata, while ably prepared, could perhaps be removed to the brunch menu. Finally, the barstools leave something to be desired, namely, a back rest. With just a few inches of support, the stools certainly don’t allow for much relaxing, but then, for most of my meal I was hunched with anticipation of my next bite. Also annoying, paying for the pita. I don’t expect to be charged for bread and butter in a French restaurant, and shouldn’t be incurring this “fee” here either. But in this already overpriced area, Cava doesn’t significantly differ from its neighborhood competitors. As can be expected in the first week, service was off. The hostess informed me the kitchen was open until 10, but several minutes after the hour, I was being rushed through the check and my last drink. I hadn’t intended to order dessert, but I had barely a chance to digest, much less savor my meal, before I was being ushered out. This, despite the fact several tables were still occupied in the main dining room. And the owner, seated next to me, didn’t seem moved to correct the hurrying attitude of the staff.
There’s much to look forward at Cava, and with only a few mistakes marring what was still opening week, I expect the kinks will be worked out soon enough. In addition to the main dining room and bar, there’s a second floor – perfect for private parties, I’m told - as well as a soon-to-be opened rooftop area. I wouldn’t mind returning to look out over the neighborhood while enjoying something from the cellar or a signature drink. In this evolving restaurant row, Cava opened at an inopportune moment, but for tapas-style meals, Cava’s mezze can’t be beat short of a journey to downtown. I'll check back to update this conditional rating, once Cava is in the swing of things...
Rating: 7/10 (conditional)
In Short: The best tapas, and perhaps the best meal available, in and around Eastern Market, where restaurants are habitually overpriced and mediocre. Good bartending, but questionable service in its first week since opening. (conditional)
Website: http://dc.cavamezze.com/site/home
Location: 527 8th Street SE, 20003
That’s not to say the opening has been completely flawless. The signature “Persephone” cocktail was absent because the bar had run out of Maker’s Mark. And while the man behind the bar put together a cool and refreshing raspberry mojito, I was less impressed with “Artemis,” as the drink's citrus combination became lost in the added sugar. The asparagus frittata, while ably prepared, could perhaps be removed to the brunch menu. Finally, the barstools leave something to be desired, namely, a back rest. With just a few inches of support, the stools certainly don’t allow for much relaxing, but then, for most of my meal I was hunched with anticipation of my next bite. Also annoying, paying for the pita. I don’t expect to be charged for bread and butter in a French restaurant, and shouldn’t be incurring this “fee” here either. But in this already overpriced area, Cava doesn’t significantly differ from its neighborhood competitors. As can be expected in the first week, service was off. The hostess informed me the kitchen was open until 10, but several minutes after the hour, I was being rushed through the check and my last drink. I hadn’t intended to order dessert, but I had barely a chance to digest, much less savor my meal, before I was being ushered out. This, despite the fact several tables were still occupied in the main dining room. And the owner, seated next to me, didn’t seem moved to correct the hurrying attitude of the staff.
There’s much to look forward at Cava, and with only a few mistakes marring what was still opening week, I expect the kinks will be worked out soon enough. In addition to the main dining room and bar, there’s a second floor – perfect for private parties, I’m told - as well as a soon-to-be opened rooftop area. I wouldn’t mind returning to look out over the neighborhood while enjoying something from the cellar or a signature drink. In this evolving restaurant row, Cava opened at an inopportune moment, but for tapas-style meals, Cava’s mezze can’t be beat short of a journey to downtown. I'll check back to update this conditional rating, once Cava is in the swing of things...
Rating: 7/10 (conditional)
In Short: The best tapas, and perhaps the best meal available, in and around Eastern Market, where restaurants are habitually overpriced and mediocre. Good bartending, but questionable service in its first week since opening. (conditional)
Website: http://dc.cavamezze.com/site/home
Location: 527 8th Street SE, 20003
Friday, April 24, 2009
Another Run-in with the Law
Some of my more bulldogged readers may recall when I reported several months ago about Good Stuff Eatery's run-in with the local health inspector. The Top Chef was let off with a warning that time, but sources tell me this weekend Good Stuff Eatery had another somewhat serious incident. Various reports indicate that the restaurant had too many seats and stools when the code inspector came by on the evening of 23 April. A scuffle ensued as employees attempted to lock the door and remove the offending seats. Police quickly arrived on the scene, but not before one bystander left saying, "I just grabbed my burger and got out of there." As employees rushed to block photographs of the code violations, they were cut short by the authorities. Thus preventing what could have been a DC Gov't versus Top Chef battle royale. No word yet on whether the District government will follow up on this infraction, or if Chef Spike has managed to evade the negative repercussions of his popularity. This foodie managed to get a shake tonight, and nothing seemed amiss. So, here's hoping the Good Stuff establishment will start its second year in the neighborhood with a cleaner slate.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Latest Rumor
The latest rumor in the "New" Navy Yard has it that two CVSs will be operating within one block of each other, in order to spite a Walgreen's. One already exists at New Jersey and M streets. The rumored second drugstore would be at K and New Jersey, SE, on the first floor of the new 909 apartment building. This is the height of ridiculosity, if true. And, I'm afraid what it will mean for little convenience stores like the soon-to-be-opened Corner Copia Deli on 3rd and K streets, SE. Its primary business will be fresh sandwiches, but if none of the other (higher margin) merchandise is moving, this small business owner may have some trouble. Then again, maybe it will help the deli focus on its core service, sandwiches and snacks. At this point, everything is just hearsay, but I'll keep my ear to the proverbial ground.
P.S. Also afoot: framing is going on in a section of the first floor at Capitol Hill Tower. Could this be an expansion of the Marriott hotel bar, located adjacent to CHT, at L and New Jersey? Or could, it be expanded storage for the Marriott restaurant? Or something else, entirely unrelated to food? Time will tell.
P.S. Also afoot: framing is going on in a section of the first floor at Capitol Hill Tower. Could this be an expansion of the Marriott hotel bar, located adjacent to CHT, at L and New Jersey? Or could, it be expanded storage for the Marriott restaurant? Or something else, entirely unrelated to food? Time will tell.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Taking in the Ballpark
Went out to the ballpark tonight. I sought out Ben's Chili Bowl half-smokes and fries. Grabbed a Yeungling beer. And sat down to enjoy the big screen television showing the White Sox or some such team. What could I possibly add to the Ben's Chili Bowl legend - the much written about and even more often savored U St. "House" of half-smokes. The CinC loves Ben's; Cosby loves Ben's; and D.C. loves Ben's. Everything I write here is redundant. So let me just say I had an outstanding dinner at the Nationals stadium tonight. The margaritas weren't bad either! Did I love the food enough to wait a full two hours for the rain delay to end and the game to commence? No. But I'll be headed back soon enough to get the best eats in Near Southeast and watch my Cubbies.
Rating: 7/10
In Short: The best dogs and beer in the southeast quadrant are found at the Nationals ballpark. Just don't forget the your credit card, because the stadium is definitely not cheap eats.
Website: http://washington.nationals.mlb.com/was/ballpark/index.jsp
Location: 1500 South Capitol Street SE, 20003
Rating: 7/10
In Short: The best dogs and beer in the southeast quadrant are found at the Nationals ballpark. Just don't forget the your credit card, because the stadium is definitely not cheap eats.
Website: http://washington.nationals.mlb.com/was/ballpark/index.jsp
Location: 1500 South Capitol Street SE, 20003
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Banana Cafe
If only I'd been able to split on the tab at the end of the night... Now, I was in a particularly good mood heading over to the Banana Cafe, knowing it wouldn't be my typical "table for one." But, the admittedly bustling spot on Barracks Row disappointed in too many ways to encourage a return visit any time soon. For starters, I ordered the ceviche and white sangria; the ceviche was apparently the chef's way of dumping all his extra produce and day-old market fish. Appetizers are supposed to be tiny tastes, promising something more, but the cook gave away the kitchen sink, and I had to push the heaping plate away, barely dented. And endure a "knowing" glare from the waiter removing my barely-touched plate. For a place that has extensive small plates (aka tapas), this was an ill-considered beginning to the meal. Furthermore, the sangria tasted like it had been melting in ice for a better part of the day, and the weather wasn't even particularly warm.
The plate of mixed seafood and stuffed plantains broke even, but the frat-house level of cooking that rubberized the scallops was inexcusable, especially since our table had arrived before the Sunday evening crowd. My abilty to cook far underperforms my ability to eat, but even on a first at-home try pan-searing scallops, I managed to avoid turning my scallops into Firestone tires. Of course the Banana scallops weren't even seared! The shrimp and other bites of seafood were unremarkable. But, the waiter's inability to differentiate a white and red sangria, and his reluctance to visit our table even once after dropping off chips and salsa for all, spoke to a casual indifference to service that is problematic throughout D.C., and particularly troubling around Capitol Hill. While significantly less expensive than nearby locales such as Locanda and Matchbox, given these tough economic times, my recommendation for the casual neighborhood diner is to stay in and splurge on a DVD during dinner. Let the tourists keep Banana Cafe afloat, or let it sink and be replaced by something new.
Rating: 3/10
In Short: Stay away unless you are looking for dueling pianos and the off chance you'll run into someone interesting at the bar; this is a tourist trap, plain and simple.
Website: http://www.bananacafedc.com/
Location: 509 6th St SE, Washington, DC 20003
The plate of mixed seafood and stuffed plantains broke even, but the frat-house level of cooking that rubberized the scallops was inexcusable, especially since our table had arrived before the Sunday evening crowd. My abilty to cook far underperforms my ability to eat, but even on a first at-home try pan-searing scallops, I managed to avoid turning my scallops into Firestone tires. Of course the Banana scallops weren't even seared! The shrimp and other bites of seafood were unremarkable. But, the waiter's inability to differentiate a white and red sangria, and his reluctance to visit our table even once after dropping off chips and salsa for all, spoke to a casual indifference to service that is problematic throughout D.C., and particularly troubling around Capitol Hill. While significantly less expensive than nearby locales such as Locanda and Matchbox, given these tough economic times, my recommendation for the casual neighborhood diner is to stay in and splurge on a DVD during dinner. Let the tourists keep Banana Cafe afloat, or let it sink and be replaced by something new.
Rating: 3/10
In Short: Stay away unless you are looking for dueling pianos and the off chance you'll run into someone interesting at the bar; this is a tourist trap, plain and simple.
Website: http://www.bananacafedc.com/
Location: 509 6th St SE, Washington, DC 20003
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Naming Conventions
I just watched a long presentation on the neighborhood put on by the Capitol Riverfront Business Improvement District (BID) yesterday, and there wasn't much new that hasn't already been put online at JDLand. But, the head of the BID talked a lot about how they are trying to turn around the way people think about the area with, you guessed it, a new "branding" campaign. Now, the campaign is impressive, but the name they've given to the area - Capitol Riverfront - has no attachment to anything. There are already a half dozen names for the hood, but trying to create a new one from scratch seems like a waste of time. Anyways, I prefer Navy Yard, because it has history and a physical connection to the area. But, there are so many to choose from! What do you prefer? I'll leave off with a list since this blog is supposed to be about the food in Navy Yard, aka:
Capitol Riverfront - the official BID designation... um there's already a Waterfront...
Ballpark neighborhood - straightforward. but uninspiring
Near Southeast - geographically accurate, but a little censorious with respect to Anacostia
Nats Town - lame name put forward by the ever-cheap Lerners, owners of the Nationals
Navy Yard - rich in history, but that history includes a lot of crime from the previous decade
almost Capitol Hill - if you're below the Southeast/Southwest Freeway, you ain't on the Hill
P.S. Opps, I almost forgot. This is still about food and drink around the Nationals stadium. So, lucky for us in a few weeks we should be enjoying beer, baseball, and brats' just outside the Navy Yard Metro. And, I'm sure a few popped collars as well, since the forthcoming festival tent will be brought to us by the same folks responsible for Smith Point.
Capitol Riverfront - the official BID designation... um there's already a Waterfront...
Ballpark neighborhood - straightforward. but uninspiring
Near Southeast - geographically accurate, but a little censorious with respect to Anacostia
Nats Town - lame name put forward by the ever-cheap Lerners, owners of the Nationals
Navy Yard - rich in history, but that history includes a lot of crime from the previous decade
almost Capitol Hill - if you're below the Southeast/Southwest Freeway, you ain't on the Hill
P.S. Opps, I almost forgot. This is still about food and drink around the Nationals stadium. So, lucky for us in a few weeks we should be enjoying beer, baseball, and brats' just outside the Navy Yard Metro. And, I'm sure a few popped collars as well, since the forthcoming festival tent will be brought to us by the same folks responsible for Smith Point.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Season Promises Culinary Drought
According to the front page of the Washington Post today, the Nationals neighborhood - I prefer the Navy Yard moniker, but there are plenty others - will be devoid of places to drink and eat this coming year. Indeed, other than Five Guys, Subway, and the soon-to-be-opened Corner Copia Deli at 2nd St. and K Southeast, there isn't anything else closer than Barracks Row or Penn. Ave. Of course, that's only a few minutes walk away, but it's not very convenient for a fan arriving at the Navy Yard Metro.
So, in an effort to rejuvenate the drink offerings, Velocity condos is now reportedly going to have a first floor sports pub. Still, this will likely have to wait til next year. Even if the permits were in the works, I haven't heard of any neighborhood ANC discussions, which are a necessary prerequisite for such an establishment. A beer tent may open on Half St. Southeast as well, but the best food may be in the stadium itself.
All things considered, what with an abysmal team and cheapskate history (witness last year's refusal to pay rent), Lerner ownership seems to be intent on turning around the food and drink available at the ballpark. Levy Restaurants has taken over concessions at the park, and while I won't be making a special trip to "dine out" at the park's Red Porch restaurant, I will be looking forward to the presumably better eats that will be on offer during games. Available beers will be improved upon as well. Of course, "fine" food and drink was promised the first year, yet the few fans that showed up to games were commonly greeted with long lines and high prices for something as simple as a hot dog. For now, the best place - in my mind - to eat and drink before a game remains my house... But with tickets to several upcoming games, I look forward to having my mind changed for me.
So, in an effort to rejuvenate the drink offerings, Velocity condos is now reportedly going to have a first floor sports pub. Still, this will likely have to wait til next year. Even if the permits were in the works, I haven't heard of any neighborhood ANC discussions, which are a necessary prerequisite for such an establishment. A beer tent may open on Half St. Southeast as well, but the best food may be in the stadium itself.
All things considered, what with an abysmal team and cheapskate history (witness last year's refusal to pay rent), Lerner ownership seems to be intent on turning around the food and drink available at the ballpark. Levy Restaurants has taken over concessions at the park, and while I won't be making a special trip to "dine out" at the park's Red Porch restaurant, I will be looking forward to the presumably better eats that will be on offer during games. Available beers will be improved upon as well. Of course, "fine" food and drink was promised the first year, yet the few fans that showed up to games were commonly greeted with long lines and high prices for something as simple as a hot dog. For now, the best place - in my mind - to eat and drink before a game remains my house... But with tickets to several upcoming games, I look forward to having my mind changed for me.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A New Day, A New Post
Yes, it has arrived. The first post in a long time. Because, Near Southeast will be getting its first real food destination in just a few weeks. This, from the Business Improvement District newsletter and JDLand:
Corner Copia, specializing in made-to-order deli sandwiches and pre-made sandwiches, will open May 1st at Third and L Streets, SE, the site of a former corner store. Currently under renovation, Corner Copia will also sell a selection of snacks, cold beverages, beer, wine and convenience items.
I know there are plenty of workers in the immediate vicinity that will flock to this spot. Subway and Five Guys are packed with people at lunch time, walking over from the Navy Yard and new Dept. of Transportation Headquarters. But, will the deli stay open late enough to serve the nearby residents? Or, will the convenience of snacks and other items be wasted with a closing time around 5 pm?
So, what's your first order going to be?
Corner Copia, specializing in made-to-order deli sandwiches and pre-made sandwiches, will open May 1st at Third and L Streets, SE, the site of a former corner store. Currently under renovation, Corner Copia will also sell a selection of snacks, cold beverages, beer, wine and convenience items.
I know there are plenty of workers in the immediate vicinity that will flock to this spot. Subway and Five Guys are packed with people at lunch time, walking over from the Navy Yard and new Dept. of Transportation Headquarters. But, will the deli stay open late enough to serve the nearby residents? Or, will the convenience of snacks and other items be wasted with a closing time around 5 pm?
So, what's your first order going to be?
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