Prince Cafe, Georgetown, D.C.

Saturday evening after a mini-concert and a riverside walk from the Kennedy Center to Washington Harbor, Ryan and I landed at Prince Cafe on lower Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown for dinner and to smoke the shisha.

Ryan had a chocolate milk shake, Pepsi, beef sharwarma sandwich, and onion rings; I had a mango lesi, Diet Pepsi, and falafel sandwich; both sandwiches arrived in plastic baskets wrapped like a sandwich from Subway. Ryan took too long to get around to tasting his onion rings to have an official opinion, but they looked to me on arrival to be cold and greasy.

Ryan picked "banana" as the flavor for our water pipe.

Service was slow, though they claimed to be "busy;" whilst the patio was full, the inside dining room had only a handful of tables. And one annoying event was when our waiter was in the middle of finally taking our order, the manager pulled him away from our table to take the order for a party of eight Arab-speaking Middle Easterners before we caught the waiter on his way back inside with their orders to make him take the rest of our order.