600 Restaurant at the Watergate, Washington, D.C.

After last night's performance of Carnival! at the Kennedy Center, Robert, Kevin, and I walked across the street for a late night supper at 600 Restaurant at the Watergate. A popular post-performance watering hole for many of the K.C. casts, 600 was, as usual, fairly open in the dining room and packed at the bar, so we were immediately shown to a table.

We had a simple dinner, since we were a little pressed for time; both Robert and Kevin had Metroed down and both had to change trains to get home, so we had to get them out and to the station by 11. We also wanted to allow plenty of time for Robert to supervise Kevin and make sure he got on the right subway line; before the show, Kevin called us from Woodley Park, where, for some reason, he had ended up on the red line, and then had to taxi to the Kennedy Center. I've no idea how he did that. He lives by the green line in College Park, and that intersects directly with the blue line that takes him to the Kennedy Center. You know how some people are just too intelligent for their own good?

Anyway, Kevin chose the pasta of the day, a very nice looking handmade ravioli dish with the raviolis stuffed with artichokes and mushrooms, served in a red sauce. Robert had the veal marsala; he reported the veal as being okay, but he particularly raved about the scallopped potatoes.




I wanted something lighter, so I had a bowl of lobster bisque and a tomato-mozzarella salad. The bisque was actually much better than the last time I had it here. The salad probably wasn't the best choice I could have made; tomatoes just aren't in season right now.




With dinner, I drank a Firestone sauvignon blanc and Kevin an iced tea; poor Robert, who's given up alcohol for Lent, drank water.

After dinner, Robert opted for dessert, selecting a cheesecake topped with a strawberry and which a lot of raspberry coulis squirted all over his plate.