The Diner, Washington, D.C.

Ian called at midnight Friday, wanting to "do something." We agreed to meet in Adams-Morgan, since that was about halfway between where we both were at the time, at The Diner, one of the very few places in D.C. open 24 hours a day.

Ian had an egg sandwich made on an English muffin with flat scrambled egg and gruyère cheese, and home fries, all washed down with a strawberry-banana colada. Then for dessert, he had what looked like really tasty cherry pie à la mode.




I opted to drink dinner, having a couple of gin martinis, up, olives.