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| - I walk into this place by myself, around two in the afternoon on a Thursday. I think, "Ok, a diner. So am I in the mood for a burger or a sandwich?" My thoughts were interrupted by a red haired man behind a counter. "Hello, what can I do for you?" he asks.
"Hi, just one, please."
"Do you just want to sit at the counter?"
"Oh, sure."
I sit down. He asks what I want to drink. I hesitate. Once I realize it's too early for a beer, I just order water. I realize I'm the only patron in the place. I think to myself, "Things could get awkward here." I try to start up a conversation so I don't seem like a creep-o. Luckily I brought my ipod touch incase things took a turn for the worse. I mention that my boyfriend and I had been wanting to go to this place for a while, and since I'm moving to DC soon I thought I'd try it before it was too late. A waitress told me she just moved from DC. Bingo-I found my hook. We chatted a bit about DC and what not, I asked her what I should order. She tells me she's a vegetarian and always orders the portobello sandwich with sweet potato fries. Sounds like a winner to me. She puts my order in, says goodbye since her shift is over, and I turn to my plan B to read some news.
My food comes out, piping hot and looking good. I first try the sweet potato fries. Good. I take a bite out of my sandwich. Perfect. The mushroom was marinated in a vinaigrette dressing, there was a roasted red pepper mayo that added to the flavors and wasn't THE flavor, and I could actually fit it all in my mouth without it falling apart. I looked over the rest of the menu and it's very diverse, with chicken paprikash and a gyro, asian inspired dishes, and calamari. This place seems like a winner.
I asked for a box for my leftovers, paid my bill, and walked out, with every intention to return for breakfast that weekend. More to come, folks.
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