La Creperie, Arlington, VA

We were out yesterday at Pentagon Row and at the Fashion Center at Pentagon City stocking up on last minute goodies, watching the crowds, and doing a bit of Christmas and grocery shopping. It was a beautiful day and a great afternoon for the ice skaters at the outdoor rink at Pentagon Row, and I was tempted to join them if I wasn't so old and arthritic and if Leo had been more adventuresome.

We did have a lovely lunch, though, at La Crêperie, which you can just barely see in the picture above in the center of the shops, with the yellow border around the burgundy awning. La Crêperie, as one might guess, specializes in foods made with crêpes, those very thin French pancakes, and their menu is filled with items quite distinctive of the region of Brittany, on France's west coast.

I started with the soupe tomate, a thick, rich cream of tomato soup heavily herbed with basil, chervil, and a touch of marjoram. Then I had the salade Niçoise, a classic French salad with lettuce, egg, cucumber, tomato, black olives, potatoes, and long slivvers of carrot topped with tuna and anchovy filets in a thin, flavored mayonnaise dressing.

Leo was more traditional and actually ordered crêpes, starting with a crêpe au saumon. They made a huge round crêpe, covered it with smoked salmon, cream cheese, and lemon-dill sauce, then folded it in half for the presentation on the plate. He said the combination of ingredients was quite pleasant. He also sipped a mimosa whilst I ate my soup.

For dessert, we split a crêpe aux marrons, another big, folded crêpe which was filled with a luscious sweetened chestnut pureé, and had crushed almonds scattered over the top. The chestnut crepe just seemed like such a wonderfully seasonal and "christmasy" dessert, and I haven't seen a single roasted chestnut in the D.C. area this entire month. After dessert, I had un express, a very strong French-roast espresso.

It was quite a delicious and surprisingly inexpensive lunch (most of the entree crêpes are only $6-8 each) in a pleasant setting, and I always enjoy going here. Leo thinks this locally-owned restaurant should franchise. My only complaint yesterday was minor, and that was that my soup had just arrived when the waiter returned with both my salad and Leo's crêpe, and their huge service plates awkwardly completely crowded the table. Otherwise, though, the staff was inobtrusively attentive in the traditional French manner.

Time to get my day started. There's a lot to do before tonight!

Cafe Berlin, Washington, D.C.

Tonight we celebrated the ancient Germanic/Nordic holiday of Yule. The erudite and ever-entertaining Father Steven and I went to Cafe Berlin up on Capitol Hill to make our observance of the winter solstice.

They have an odd little entryway, with the obvious door being blocked off and the entrance under a nearby exterior staircase that takes guests into the cafe's bar. There appeared to be a private birthday party in the back dining room, and it struck me as odd when we were escorted to our table in the nearly full main dining room that there were no females seated at any of the tables (eventually two ladies came in with groups later in the evening). Our table was decorated with Yule-appropriate candles, evergreens, and a sprig of holly.

This was our first visit to Cafe Berlin, and I can tell you we're both looking forward to another visit. There were quite a few intriguing things on the menu, and I can't wait to try them. I also got a peek at their Christmas Day menu, starring roast goose and a chestnut and pheasant bisque, which just makes my mouth water!

Tonight, though, was a different holiday, so we concentrated on traditional Yule foods. Fr. Steven started with the pikante goulash suppe, a thick goulash soup seasoned with paprika which I got to taste and thought it was quite good. Then, in keeping with the Yule tradition of sacrificing a pig at the solstice (the source of our modern tradition of Christmas hams), he had the braised wild boar in creamy plum sauce, which was accompanied by red cabbage and a bread dumpling. My little taste of his boar was flavorful, though I thought it was a touch dry, possibly because we were eating fairly late in the evening.



I began with the cream of wild game soup, a huge bowl of game stock which had been thickened with a flour and butter roux and enriched with a little splash of cream; this is the old traditional way of making soups, though it always reminds me of thin gravy. My main course was the delicious medallions of elk with wild forest mushrooms in a lingonberry sauce, served with two potato pancakes and some steamed brocolli. The elk was wonderful; the waitress said it was Canadian, though, and not imported from Germany. I'd had a hard time deciding between the elk and the venison tips sauteed with dates and walnuts and I wish I could have tried both, but perhaps we'll do the venison on another trip.



Alas, when the dessert tray came around, they didn't have a Yule log. A Yule log, also known in France as a bûche de Noël, is a thin chocolate genoise (cake) covered with buttercream, rolled up like a jelly roll, and then frosted and decorated with chocolate icing to look like a tree log, commemorating the big trees called Yule logs with are traditionally burned this time of year. While the absence was disappointing, we still had plenty of rich, tasty dessert options. Fr. Steven chose the unusually tall pear and almond frangipane tarte and I had the egg nog torte, which had been artfully decorated with a bright yellow "yolk" in the center of the top whipped cream layer of the full torte.

If you like German foods, Cafe Berlin is a great place to try new things. They do an excellent job of keeping what can be very substantial German meat entrees from being too heavy or fattening, and the menu has a lot of options other than beef, pork, and veal, including chicken, pheasant, rabbit, fish, and even vegetarian offerings.

O'Hare Airport, Chicago, IL

Saturday afternoon, I had a three hour layover at O'Hare Airport, so I ate at a Chili's Too, an abbreviated version of the Dallas-based national chain, where they had mostly burgers, sandwiches, salads, and only a handful of other entrees. Wasn't really my preferred choice, but it had the advantage of being one of the few sit-down restaurants, rather than fast food. The waitress recommended against the fish and chips, so I let her pick, and she brought me a Carribbean chicken salad, which was the typical entree salad with sliced chicken breast meat on top, plus some canned pineapple chunks and canned mandarin orange segments. Tasty enough. I was still hungry, though, and still needing to kill time, so I ordered some French fries, which came amazingly quickly, and were actually hot and fresh.

Last night, back at O'Hare on my way home to D.C., I wasn't in the mood for Chili's Too again (different terminal, another restaurant), so I ended up at Quizno's for a decent but messy chicken carbonara sandwich and then a disappointing piece of chocolate chip cheesecake from one of the cart vendors outside the sandwich shop. O'Hare is not one of the better airports for the more discriminating travelling diners.