RFK Stadium, Washington, D.C.

Once again, it's that time of year when baseball games happen incessantly throughout the week. I allowed Ian to drag me to a Nationals/Phillies game last night, along with and courtesy of our friend Robert, who graciously arranged for free admission courtesy of some of his many rich and powerful lobbyist friends.

The food inside the stadium was exhorbitantly expensive for tiny servings. I had a barbecued pulled pork sandwich from the Red Hot & Blue stand that couldn't have been more than three or three and a half inches in diameter for $9.75! There was just a little piece of dry, bare pork on there, and even with sauce, it didn't perk up. I found a margarita at Cantina Marina that was tasty, though low in tequila. After my disappointing sandwich, I started to get one of those little mini pizzas, but the ones I saw looked dessicated and nasty; I ended up with stadium nachos and lots of fiery hot jalapeno slices.

Robert was enjoying the plethora of beers available inside, though at $6.50 per little plastic cup, I think he limited himself to three or four. Robert also had (that I saw) a big half smoke sausage and a big pretzel. Ian had his usual chicken fingers and fries with a $4 can of Pepsi. I thought the chicken looked overcooked and dry. Later, he got his traditional Dippin' Dots.

I wonder if the food service will be better (and cheaper!) when they move to the new stadium next year?

Pizzario Uno, Georgetown, D.C.

Last night Ian and I decided that we were hungry about ten o'clock, neither of us having had dinner. He made me walk all the way to Georgetown in that brisk, cold wind so we could go to Pizzaria Uno, since he wanted dessert and thought theirs were the best.

Eating more healthily, I chose a Cobb salad. It's usually difficult to mess up those. Their offering was good, with the one noticable substitution of cucumbers for the avocado.



Ian also had a salad, picking a side Caesar with the dressing on the side (since he never uses the dressing, I don't know why he always orders it on the side).



Then for his main course, Ian picked an appetizer called "pizza skins." I guess he was sort of continuing my trend from Sunday with the Eggs Idaho at Chadwick's. They made little deep dish pizzas and topped them with mashed potatoes, cheese, bacon, and the other usual stuff for potato skins. He seemed to like them.



Of course, what he really liked was the reason we went to Uno's in the first place: dessert. He got a deep dish chocolate sundae, which is a big chocolate chip cookie that is fresh-baked in a little round deep-dish pizza pan, then topped with ice cream, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream. He could only eat about 2/3rds of it.

Chadwick's, Georgetown, D.C.

After Mass yesterday, Drew and I walked from the church all the way through Georgetown, down to the river, where we chose to brunch at Chadwick's, one of those old, traditional Georgetown bar/restaurants that's been there for decades.

The host immediately seated us at a table upstairs, a pleasant surprise, since often restaurants are packed for brunch if one isn't there early or late. Our server quickly came by to offer us our glasses of champagne (they do unlimited champagne at brunch) and bring our menus.

They had their full menu available, but we opted to stick with brunch offerings. Drew chose the steak and eggs, getting a nice little strip steak, a couple of eggs over easy, and homefries.



I got something called "Eggs Idaho," an unusual invention that is akin to potato skins topped with scrambled eggs, bacon, green onions, and cheddar cheese.



Chadwick's is a cosy place, with lots of dark wood paneling and wood tables and benches. Our waitress was very friendly and kept our glasses full. Naturally, Drew had to do a Kody Pose!