It’s time for another good contest. This’ll be two contests combined. You can either send the best jack o’lantern or what is likely to be more fun – best Halloween costume. Send your photos to [email protected] and depending on how many entries there are we’ll vote on the finalists in the beginning of November.
A reader writes the following about the house for sale at 1208 Fairmont Street, NW:
“It’s at a great location and I think a good price, but it’s been on the market for so long there must be something wrong. It looks like a deal fell through and I’m wondering if that happened after the potential buyer had it inspected. The lack of photos also bothers me.”
The flier says:
“BACK ON THE MARKET. GREAT INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITY IN PRESTIGOUS COLUMBIA HEIGHTS. FOUR LEVEL ALL BRICK TOWNHOUSE ZONED R4. HUGE BACK YARD, BRICK GARAGE, FRONT & REAR BASEMENT ENTRANCE. CLOSE WALK TO SUBWAY, SHOPPING & SCHOOLS. QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD, CALL FOR CODE. SUBJECT TO THIRD PARTY APPROVAL.”
You can find more info and some photos here.
The asking price is $550,000. Seems like a great deal for a 4 level rowhome in Columbia Heights. Any ideas why it hasn’t been snatched up yet? My guess is that it probably has something to do with “Third party approval”. Do you think $550,000 is a reasonable price?
I know so many people who are Chipotle devotees. Of course, I’m a well known Taco Bell fanatic. So what’s your poison when you just get that fast food craving? McDonald’s? Chipotle? Taco Bell? Wendy’s? Chik Filet? Arby’s? Does Potbelly’s count? Chop’t? I thought this would be an interesting question given an earlier post…
First person to spell out Arby’s gets a free PoP t-shirt.
Robyn lives in Columbia Heights and writes for The Express and The Onion amongst other publications. You can find her asking odd questions to random bar patrons (for Express’s Out There section), reporting on DC general happenings and openings, or enjoying a glass of scotch at the Ruby Tuesday on 14th and Monroe.
For Red Derby regulars (you know who you are), walking enroute to the bar means passing by more than a few nondescript Mexican restaurants. It’s easy to miss them – with little advertising (think: a single dusty PUPUSA sign in window), many of these joints beg the question: “Laundromat or restaurant?” On a weekend night when all I wanted was the Derb’s fried concoctions washed down with Schlitz, I was dismayed to see the bar packed to the brim – hence not fitting myself nor my hungry friends. So we chose to try La Molienda, about a block away. Now, I was in no mood to sample a new place. I wanted my sweet potato fries, served with Schlitz and a band recommendation from a witty bartender. I was pouty, I was hungry, and I did want anything to do with a margarita from an distrusted source. That was about to change.
At first the place seemed dead. La Molienda’s wait staff beamed at the site of us and quickly ushered us in with warm tortilla chips – the extra-thin kind with a slight sheen of grease – and salsa. GOOD salsa, chunky, not too spicy. Being the only full table in the place, we expected the food to look/taste as empty as the restaurant was. It wasn’t – the mountain of nachos reigned supreme, the corn tamales steaming, fajitas perfectly spiced, and the guac rivaled Rosa Mexicanos’- but still we asked “where is everyone?” That’s when we heard the music coming from upstairs. Lured by what sounded like a live taping of Telemundo, we ventured. And entered into what should be everyone’s new Friday night out. A polyester-clad host belts out Mexico’s top 40 hits while the packed dance floor pumps out professional salsa moves. Not speaking Spanish, I had no idea what the host was singing, but I did swoon a bit when he dedicated a slow number to me (at least I think he was when he pointed at me and winked). No one minds taking a white girl with no Latino-dance training (my mother stuck me in modern dance) for a quick lesson and a spin, or 5. It’s the Mexican version of Dirty Dancing. And nobody leaves baby in a corner – you’re pretty much forced to dance. It’s the perfect ending to a good burrito and a couple margaritas. La Molienda gets the stamp of approval. Has anyone else been here?
I wondered what the deal was with spitting.
I wondered if people were supportive of dog parks.
PoP was named blogger of the month by the Washington Post’s Marc Fisher.
So there are two vacant store fronts on this section of Georgia Avenue that is slated to have some new development (see rendition above). It has come to my attention that there is likely to be a restaurant in one spot but the retail for the other spot has not yet been chosen. So here is a phenomenal opportunity to make your suggestion known.
Would you like to see a bar along the lines of the old Temperance Hall or Red Derby here?
Would rather have another restaurant or deli?
Or would you like some other type of retail like a garden store, hardware store, clothing store, or some other type of retail that I haven’t mentioned?
It’s looking like this section of Georgia Ave. is going to be hopping!
The reader writes of this photo taken in the Shaw neighborhood:
“Yes, that is what you think it is growing in there. Ed. Note: Look at the bottom right corner beneath the flowers.
The miraculous thing is that this is not the first time I have had a find like this; last year I found another one growing nearby right between the bricks of the sidewalk. I guess people just toss their seeds wherever (praise Jebus).”
I feel so good in my neighborhood,
So: here I come again!
I’ve got to have kaya now
“As the guru of DC living, I thought you might know: is there anything
useful I can do with a couple of bags of raked leaves other than put
them out with the trash?”
Of course I was a bit too slow and the reader was able to answer the question themselves:
“The answer is, bag them, place them next to your trash can on your trash pick up day (or second trash pick up day if you get two a week). I did that this morning and now they’re gone. Perhaps gone into the same dumpster as everything else, but I tried!
Here’s the language from the DPW website
(http://www.dpw.dc.gov/dpw/cwp/view,A,1202,Q,640237.asp)
DPW collects up to five bags (per week) of yard waste from residences
that receive DPW trash and recycling collection services. Yard waste
consists of bagged leaves, grass clippings, weeds, bulbs, twigs, pine
cones, and uprooted plants, as well as bundles of branches and limbs
tied into four-foot lengths.
Household trash, renovation materials, rocks, bricks and dirt are not
considered yard waste. Place bagged leaves and grass clippings where your trash is collected and tie branches and limbs into four-foot
lengths. Residents with once-a-week trash/recycling collections should place their bagged or bundled yard waste next to their trash and recycling containers on their collection day. Residents with twice-a-week trash/recycling collections should place their bagged and/or bundled yard waste next to their trash and recycling containers
on their second collection day. Up to five bags or bundles will be collected, depending upon the trash truck’s capacity to accept these materials.”
I thought there were also those big trucks that went around in November basically with a big vacuum sucking up all the leaves that you place on the curb. Is this a hallucination or do these trucks really exist? When do they come around?
I liked the contrasts in this photo taken on 14th Street just north of P. You can see it has an old school building:
A business from the 70s or 80s:
And of course the modern condos in the background.
in the dead of winter? What a wild little room. It’s located off Logan Circle.