Greetings from Connecticut Avenue!
After a fantastic couple of hours with RtB fiend RD and his wife, we drove the final 90 minutes into the city yesterday. It wasn’t a bad trip at all, and we found the hotel easily.
We’re staying at the historic Mayflower, where many presidents and dignitaries have dined, danced and slept. We took a walk after a late dinner last night, and opened some doors to peek in at some of the dated but beautifully ornate architecture. The Grand Ballroom has seen its share of important feet across its carpets; looking in on it gave us a creepy sort of Overlook-from-The–Shining feeling, but it was gorgeous and smelled of history and I loved it.
OK, rewind a bit. After checking in around 3 p.m., we walked down to the Mall for our monuments tour. Remember last year, when we walked and walked and walked and walked the streets of New Orleans, gazing at the beautiful homes in the Garden District in the 94-degree heat? Yeah, this was just like that. Except longer. Like, almost three times longer.
The National Mall is larger than you might imagine. It’s a mile and a half between the Washington and Lincoln monuments alone, and farther beyond still is the Capitol building, which you can just barely see in the far distance in the picture I took at left. (Click the expander icon at the upper right after clicking on the photo to see it at full size.)
We walked from the hotel (up behind the White House) to the Washington Monument, to the Lincoln Memorial and its 145 steps, to the Viet Nam and World War II monuments, through Constitution Park, back out onto 17th St. and back up to the Mayflower. Over three miles. Kinda toasty.
After guzzling drinks and taking showers and cooling off, we decided to have a small, light dinner at Edgar, the restaurant inside the hotel. Neither of us felt much like schlepping out onto the sidewalks again to find food, so this was perfect.
We looked at the appetizer menu and asked the waiter about the Wagyu (Japanese cows) meatballs on brioche. He said there were four small meatballs on the piece of bread, with crushed tomatoes and shaved Parmesan. Perfect. We both ordered one, and a side salad: the Thriller got the wedge salad, and I ordered a Caesar. Nice, light fare.
This is what arrived.
Again, as with the size of the Mall, the photo doesn’t do this “appetizer” justice. And the size of my salad bowl rivaled what I put mashed potatoes in at holiday family dinners. We both said “Whoa!” as the waiter set down the food. We did the best we could under the circumstances, and forced much of the deliciousness down our gullets. After our walk around the building, we came back to the room, where the Thriller watched his White Sox game online and I read. Then it was time for Zs.
While I’ve been up since 3:44 (I was so hoping my clock said 5:44, alas), I’m not tired. I’ll be tired when it’s time to hit the Metro to go to Arlington, the Holocaust Museum and Ford’s Theater/Petersen House, though, so bring on the coffee, bro.
Hope you’re all doing well — I’ll check in tomorrow morning.