I actually did alot this weekend. Lets see friday night I went to this spot down on H st. Now H st used to be the hood, but they are trying to renovate the area so you get a wide mix of folks there. I mean a WIDE mix, more on that tomorrow.
First up was this restaurant called sticky rice. It was supposed to be good so why not check it out right? We walk in the door and the waitress asks if I have a reservation.... uuummm no. Now mind you the place is a converted row house. It's not a huge place. Why would I need a reservation? I see empty tables!! The waitress says "I can just seat you at the sushi bar" Ok cool, it's a full menu anyway. We sit down right in front of some Octopus. I mean every time I look up I see suckers. Then I ask the waiter for some ice tea. "Sorry we ran out, we have dragon fire tea. It tastes the same just with vodka" no usually when someone says silly things like that I don't believe them but I'll be damn if that drink didn't taste like unsweetened ice tea. Pretty good stuff. So I'm eating, chatting and getting glances of octopus. I make a joke about eating some of it. So I ask the sushi dude "hey whats that taste like?" he quickly responds "You wanna try it?" Now, lets take a step back. When you inquire about something if it's offered to you for free you have to take it. I mean what I look like joking about eating the raw octopus then turning down a free sample? Did I mention it was a first date? yeah my pride mixed with dragon fire tea took over. So that lead to this
Another note... when your at a sushi bar and you get an audience you know your doing something you shouldn't be doing. So after some tips from an asian guy I eat the cephalopod I realize I have NOTHING to wash it down with. Just some water. Good thing it didn't taste too bad. Like chewy fish, I doubt I'll eat it again unless it's a bet or something.
So after that we hit up this lounge. They didn't charge a cover so a wide mix of people strolled up in there. I mean from def black women, to white college students to crack heads... yes crack heads. See there are plenty in that area and they have yet to "move" them to another part of town. There is nothing like watching a crack head grandma dance in front of you. Watching grown ass men dance and touch on her, watch her flirt with dudes. It's quite entertaining. Then there was the pimp who sat next to us. Dude walked in with 2 women. sure they were in their 60's but who cares. He was my hero for the night, you can't knock his hustle. They sat by as he flirted with other women, then showed him all the attention when he came back. They barely even spoke to each other. For them it was all about him... lol
I'll post about saturday tomorrow.