From the Florida Avenue Grill, we bopped up to Adams Morgan and enjoyed a low-key brunch sans transvestites. What a drag (sorry). The Orca Platter at the Old Ebbitt Grill was surprisingly easy to devour. Makoto was on the docket, but they currently use smoke signals as their primary form of communication, so that was out. After talking to Amy, we were lined up to hit 2 Amys Pizza, but they have some communication issues to work out as well, so we hit Pho 75 instead. Blessing in disguise; great pho, great video, and the people were super friendly. Another miscommunication, and the Fojol brothers weren’t out on Saturday for the 4:00 PM slot (at a wedding) and I didn’t learn that until 2:00! Double-Ewe Tee Eff, mate! Kipoto Fojol is one heck of a chilled-out mustachioed brother, and we managed to eat there anyway, just not in the first half.
11:00 – Perry’s
Perry’s was the first location I wanted to stay at for the rest of the day. Maybe it was because I was so relaxed after dropping the kids off at the pool, but I am 95% sure that it was because of the White Sangria. No words seemed to work to describe my excitement for this drink. Someday, I will perfect this cocktail and serve it to my wife on our first date; anyone could drink eleventeen of these things without knowing they’re mucho alcoholico. Read more . . .
