Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:5th column, Tracks, Poseurs, Little Tavern at 3am, Commander Salamander, Bayou, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Perry's, Fishmarket. Later on in the late 80s early 90s..the Fox and the Hound in Adams Morgan had the cheapest drinks. Red Sea for Ethiopian.
Does anyone else remember when Abercrombie and Finch in Georgetown Park used to be ultra conservative..sort of a faux english safari meets LLBean style? My parents liked it and used to buy us preppy looking wool sweaters.
Fox and Hounds still has the cheapest drinks. For a mixed drink, they give you a tumbler full of liquor, and a small body of your mixer on the side. It's crazy. Left there totally blotto last weekend.
Some of the things mentioned here are such a teeny, tiny slice of a pattern of socializing--yet many of us were repeating the same loops passing each at different steps or phases of life, having many of the same experiences and having similar reactions positive or negative. Yet DC suffers such an intense identity crisis. It has no unique cuisine, music, sport team, no distinct unifying theme. There is a general disdain for all things distinctly DC outside of DC. Yet, the memories here are being recalled with such fondness.
I wonder why there is no palpable pride about being from DC--rather just a derision of all local processes that are uniquely local?