The last stop of my tour was Zion, after some sad good byes and promises to keep in touch (no really, I will), I jetted off for the East Coast for a fun few weeks with my little bro, Navid, and to visit my friend childhood friend Kristina (remember when she visited me in Chamonix), who now calls DC home.
With a stop for lunch at a cafe I can’t for the life of me remember the name of… this Tuna Salad was perfect…
That night I was reunited with my dear friend at Bar DuPont… lot’s of catch ups to be had…
The next day my dear brother arrived, after sleeping off some of the jet lag, first order of business was, shopping in Georgetown of course….
You’ll love Georgetown if you like boutique shopping and unique cafes.
We were staying in Eastern Market which is a hub for all things food + drink. So Kristina’s boyfriend, Drew took us to breakfast at one of her local haunts, Montmartre.
The restaurant being French, we thought we wouldn’t buck the trend and ordered Galettes and Mimosas…
Come here if you’re after a tasty brunch in the sun.
Then Drew took us over to his favourite German pub, the Biergarten Haus.
Although lively yet relaxed during the day, at night the place comes alive with music, dancing and of course a bit of rowdiness. But who doesn’t like being rowdy once in a while?
Kristina used to work at Sonoma, a Wine Bar & Restaurant near Eastern Market. So that night, naturally I had to pop on by for some tastings, of the food + drink kind….
If you like wine, cheese, good food & a chic but casual atmosphere. You’ll love Sonoma.
Now god knows I love to dance. Luckily so does Kristina. So she took me on a bit of a tour around D.C’s nightlife the next night.
We went to Public Bar which is all things a nightclub should be. Loud, dark, seedy and humid….
I’m wearing an old dress, but here’s one similar, even better actually.
Now i’ve been neglecting my poor brother with all these girly outings haven’t I? Not that he minded. Jet lag is a bitch.
In saying this, we always had our daily ritual of breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien. A french style chain brasserie. I am embarrassed to say we probably ate here around 10 times in 7 days. The food was just so good. Fresh, interesting and healthy with loads of great options for vegans.
Most days started here…
With a bit of wandering around town after…
Possibly a museum or two…
This was the USA Holocaust Memorial Museum. It was one of the most touching and emotive museums I have been to. The memorial call themselves “A living memorial to the Holocaust that inspires citizens and leaders worldwide to confront hatred, prevent genocide, and promote human dignity.”
It’s well set out over several levels with temporary and permanent exhibitions. Make sure you book tickets though because they only allow a capped number of patrons per hour.
Afternoons were mostly spent back at Le Pain Quotidien… shameful I know. This is their Quinoa Muffin. Amazing…
Now because Navid is vegan, we searched far and wide for the best vegan food spots. We stumbled across Sticky Fingers Bakery which not only do AMAZING vegan baked treats but soups & sandwiches of sorts…
Below you have their carrot cake cupcake. Which was probably better than any “traditional” style carrot cake I’ve ever tasted…
We were recommended to try The Gibson for cocktails, and I never take advice from locals lightly so after dinner we popped on over. Be aware though, they are VERY strict with I.D-ing. My poor bro forgot his I.D and we had to go all the way home to get it. And then locked ourselves out. Fail.
After a 90 minute detour we arrive to find we couldn’t find it. Google Maps said it was right in front of us but it wasn’t there. Well it was actually. It’s just hidden behind a door that looks like it opens onto a deserted shopfront.
The Gibson is speakeasy, those sneaky little suckers.
But once inside, it was worth it… the space is dimly lit, cosy, romantic and evokes the glamour and secrecy of the prohibition era.
They serve vintage drinks like the Sazerac (strong rye whiskey and bitters in a glass washed with absinthe) or the rich Japanese Cocktail (brandy, orgeat syrup and bitters).
I will finish off with my, hands-down best-find in DC, Sidamo.
Being Australian, I am spoiled for coffee. Some might say I am a coffee snob.
But Sidamo serves the best coffee I’ve had outside Australia except at this coffee shop I found in Turkey. If you’re hankering for some liquid gold, you won’t be disappointed I sent you here.
The adventure continues:
More on the US adventure here.
Anisa – The Macadames xx