After dealing with even more government bureaucracy this afternoon, I was in Georgetown, and Ian decided he wanted to go to dinner. The challenge, though, was that he wanted to go someplace where 1) he could have breakfast food, and 2) he'd not been before. Now, Number Two isn't that hard of a challenge, but the challenge is requirement number one. While lots of places in D.C. have breakfast, that isn't something they offer at five o'clock, and if you ask for something, they have all kinds of excuses why they can't do it from "the grill isn't set up" to "the evening cooks don't know how to do breakfast food." I'll refrain from opining on the validity of such arguments. Nevertheless, we tried to think of some place. Then it occurred to us. We've heard of a place in Bethesda called the Original Pancake House that's supposed to be good. So, we hopped on a bus and then transfered to the subway and went to Bethesda and found the Original Pancake House.
And they were closed.
Apparently, in Bethesda, they think people should only eat pancakes for breakfast or lunch, as they close at 3 p.m. Probably just as well; I looked at their posted menus, and they are very, very proud of their pancakes.
Ian hadn't eaten all day and was hungry, so we acquiesced to going around the corner to our old standby,
Tastee Diner, which is open twenty-four hours a day.
Ian had a provolone cheese omelette with home fries and probably half a bottle of ketchup (those of us old enough to have grown up during the Reagan Administration will remember that that would count as several servings of vegetables for the day!).
I had the daily blue plate special, a baked ham dinner with Brussels sprouts and candied sweet potatoes. Yum yum!
I'm not used to two meals a day, so now I feel stuffed! Ja ja!
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