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Well the All Star game has come and gone and even though I don’t watch it, it’s always meant summer is halfway over. The days are just a bit shorter, have you noticed? I feel a compulsion to stop slacking and start having more summer fun, dammit! (I’m feeling a bit more liberated to swear today, the reason is explained below.)
Jon: Started the weekend with lunch on Friday at Ted’s Bulletin (S’mores Shake is delectable). The rest of the weekend was spent at a hotel in upper Montgomery County talking with engaged couples preparing to get married. I was happy the pool was open for some sun and water time, too.
Maria: Saturday was spent doing chores and was rewarded by amazing drinks and conversation at SOVA. Seriously, people need to try the Radar O’Reilly. Sunday was quiet an d mellow, thanks to good neighbors and sprinklers.
Claudia: I finally tried Ethiopic on Saturday night — I think this was the second time in my entire life eating Ethiopian food — it will definitely not be my last, and I’m glad to see this place doing well because it’s truly a great addition to the Hill. After dinner, I enjoyed a few cocktails at Toyland. Sunday morning I had a fantastic brunch at Cafe Atlantico with my sister and mom, kicking off what I expect to be a food-filled birthday week. After burning off calories shopping, an old high school friend dropped by with her kids, so we went to La Plaza for drinks and snacks, followed by playtime at Marion Park.
Scott: Saturday was spent mostly making sangria and guacamole before heading out to Merriweather Post Pavilion with friends. Spent Sunday running to and fro, mainly to Home Depot where, despite them not having anything we came for, we still spent way to much money.
Nichole: Spent the weekend in the Midwest, starting with a wedding in South Bend, IN with many DC friends then headed to Chicago on Saturday for more friends and fun. And beer. Lots and lots of beer, including a bottle of 3 Floyds Dark Lord (often called the best beer in the world and unavailable except at the brewery) given to me by a very, very good, kind and generous friend. Sunday was spent doing my own personal version of Smokey & the Bandit, driving back with a car full of beer. When the case of Fat Tire is the one you’re the least excited about, that’s the sign of a very good weekend. Now I just need to find a special occasion for which to open the Dark Lord.
David: Had a Hill-filled weekend. On Friday night, I checked out the Biergarten Haus with several friends. On Saturday night, we had an incredible dinner at Belga Cafe, and then made it over to Trusty’s to check out the roof deck. On Sunday, we had brunch at matchbox and then picked up some heirloom tomatoes at Eastern Market (the squirrels have eaten almost all of mine).
Sharee: After a bus ride to Chinatown only to find the movie we planned to see was sold out, we ended up making our way back to H Street and trying Souk for the first time. It was definitely a win for the evening. Most of the remainder of the weekend was spent entertaining the in-laws and searching, fruitlessly, for a used women’s commuter bike to replace the one stolen from Eastern Market metro two weeks ago. (If you happen to have one taking up space at your house – preferably with fenders, a chain guard, and in a color/style that is wholly unattractive to thieves – email me: ShareeTheHillisHome [at] gmail [dot] com.)
Kate: Saturday was spent showing off the Hill to friends from Chile and Columbia. The Great Hall inspired an appropriate level of awe, and the vendors at Eastern Market tempted their wallets as predicted. We headed over to the Argonaut for late lunch and while we were sad to see the greatly diminished menu, the upstairs bar and ad-hoc kitchen held their own with gazpacho and cubanos. The kids had a ball looking for sharks in the bathroom. I wonder how long it will be until we can enjoy Fried Chicken Night again?
Jen: After a low-key, kidless week spent primarily on H Street drinking beer and winning trivia contests we caught Cyrus at Gallery Place. Eh. Enjoyed the Bad News Bears at Atlas and was thoroughly relieved that no one walked out in outrage because apparently in the 1970s a PG rating meant that both grown ups and kids could use reeeeeeaaaly bad language. I was a little terrified I was going to be yelled at. It could still happen I suppose. It’s actually a much better film than I remembered. And in a way I found the terrible language in a kid’s film kind of liberating.