We got there early and I honestly thought there was an Instragram filter - on my eyeballs. It was so adorably decorated, with no detail overlooked. The hook under the bar for my purse? An old bathroom faucet knob. Handmade-looking lighting fixtures, mason jars with flowers, antiquey mirrors, the whole deal. I imagined my group of friends, sitting in the corner by the window, chatting and laughing all night and I don't want you to take our spot with your friends that probably aren't as funny.
The bartender talked to us like we were old friends (in my mind, we are now), tough to find in Adams Morgan where most bar-goers want their drinks delivered to them in condiment squeeze bottles or want to beat the clock at happy hour. We got some "nibbles" at the bar and were shooting the shit 'til our whole party arrived for dinner. How long did we wait? 15 minutes? An hour? It didn't matter.
|Maple pork cracklin with zesty dipping sauce|
|Pickled deviled eggs|
The octopus salad was light, refreshing, and the octopus perfectly cooked. This portion was huge and a great deal for just being an appetizer course.
|No head attached for you scaredy cats. I missed the eyeballs cause I'm Asian and weird|
Look, I like pasta, I just don't get impressed by it all that often. But this, the trofie bolognese, this was something pretty different. A little sweet with a bit of a kick and dreamily creamy. And seriously, look at that cheese.
|This trofie was a lot tastier than my volleyball trophies. #seewhatIdidthere|
|Strawberry rhubarb crumble. Hubba hubba|
Somewhere in Adams Morgan, not telling