The home stretch! This is the time of night I am trying to do everything ahead of schedule to finish at precisely 4:00 AM so I can leave for home as soon as the bell rings. Yes, for everyone who is reading this, I actually go to 24 restaurants in 24 hours and don’t rush to get through each one; I take an hour for each. It would be a lot easier to go to 24 restaurants in fourteen or so hours, but it would lack the flavor In get by hitting each of the places in their prime time hours. The one place we got to a bit early to get a more authentic drunk food late-night experience was Amsterdam Falafelshop. The bars in Adams Morgan close at 3, and by 4:00, everything is usually pretty much cleared out.
11:00 – The Brickskeller
They had my beer! Pretty much everyone I talked to about the Brickskeller said that the beer list was outdated and that I would be getting my fourth or fifth choice. I saw that they had some Central American countries listed, so I looked for beers from Nicaragua. Toña . . . Bingo. I would have been just about the happiest guy in DC, but it was warm. I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt and guess that it was in the wrong cooler. In Nicaragua, beers freeze before they are served warm. Eric had some kind of German Rauchbier (smoked beer). The waiter told us it was going to be meaty, but he didn’t tell us it would jump out of the glass and scream “BACON!” Burnsie had an imperial stout of some sort, and his was the favorite of the group. The Toña tasted a bit different – I don’t think it travels well. Read more . . .
