The Diner, Washington, D.C.

We visited a couple of old standby diners this past week. Late night, of course. It's always late night.

Sunday we hit The Diner in Adams-Morgan (24 hours, remember?). Ian had a bowl of the soup du jour, a chicken and rice. He didn't finish it, so I don't think he liked it; it looked interesting to me, though, with nice, big pieces of vegetables and chicken breast.


I had a plate of French fries with gravy. They were okay, but I didn't like the gravy. It was sort of an insipid, non-descript, brownish stuff. I prefer milk gravy on fries, but a nice, hearty beef gravy can be good, too.