Is this over the top? Got to admire the effort, though…
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Author: Prince Of Petworth
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Who is this?
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I think it is interesting to note that you can’t really tell it was pouring raining when I took some of these pictures.
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What do you think of this blue, too light? or just right?
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You can’t miss them in their crisp white shirts and black ties often flying by you on their bicycles. I lived in Cleveland/Woodley Park for 5 years and never encountered them once. In Petworth, I see them all the time. So I don’t mean this in a rude way but – why is that?
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I’ve always been a huge fan of the beer garden at Wonderland and still am. But get there late on a beautiful day and it is smashed crowded. So I was psyched to see that they have opened up more outdoor seating options with individual tables. The perfect spot for Happy Hour drinking and eating but mostly drinking. Has anyone sat at the new outdoor space? Like it?
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Those of you who have been diligently following my tenure here at PoP (and I know there are sooo many of you) will know that my first two posts have been about Mount Pleasant establishments I had never been to before. This week I will highlight a place I have been to many many times.
As a wee child, my family would find great amusement in my tendency to dance in my seat and sing to myself when I was eating something I really liked. Much to my chagrin, I still find myself doing this sometimes. I always find myself doing this when I eat at Pollo Sabroso.
Pollo Sabroso is located at 3153 Mount Pleasant Street (there’s another one on Park Rd between 14th and 16th.) It’s not much to look at, but as my dear friend Rodney would say, this place is The Heat! I don’t know what they put on that chicken (maybe crack??!) but it is freaking delicious. And cheap! For six dollars and change you can get yourself a quarter chicken, a side (yucca, fries, rice or plaintains), a salad, and a drink – which you will need after you try the spicy green sauce.
I always get the same thing, but not for lack of choices. It seems that most people go for the chicken, but they have a pretty extensive menu, and everything I’ve seen come over the counter (including the whole roasted fish) looks awesome. The other night I dragged my roommate along with me, and she got the Mexican Torte which was really good, and enormous! I even took my mom and dad the last time they were in town. They loved it, and my mom said it was the best meal she’s had in DC. Take that for what you will, but in my book, this – coming from a woman who I have only ever heard give such praise to extravagant chocolate desserts – is a pretty serious endorsement.
I’ve heard people say that there are better, more delicious Peruvian Chicken restaurants in the area. I don’t know if I buy it. A friend took me to Crisp and Juicy in Rockville last week. It’s good, but I can’t walk there, there are no cute little kids manning the counter (they are almost always there, I guess it’s a family operation), and it was more expensive. And so it is, Pollo Sabroso has won my heart, and my belly! Check out the scrumptious photos of Tina’s Dinner After the Jump. (more…)
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photo by Dominik “Dome”
Check out Eric’s personal blog here. When Eric first mentioned this idea for a post to me I was overjoyed. It is brilliant. Mr. Nuzum does not disappoint in his take on neighborhood cocktails. Make sure to add your suggestions in the comments. Best three suggestions win a free PoP t-shirt.
If there was a cocktail named after Petworth, what would it be?
There are lots of drinks named after places. There’s the Manhattan, Cape Cod, Long Island Ice Tea, Singapore Sling, Alabama Slamma, and Blue Hawaii just to name a few (my friend Chantal can name at least a dozen others off the top of her head–tells you the kind of friends I have). Heck, you could argue that Sex On The Beach is named after a place, though it probably has more to do with what you do there than the actual beach itself.
So if there was a cocktail or shot named after Petworth (or any other nearby neighborhood), what would it be?
I remember reading an article once about people who have a wire crossed in their brains that causes their senses to interact. When they see, smell, taste, or hear something, it invokes a trigger in a different sense. Thus, these people say that things “sound like salty,” “look very minty,” or “smell like purple.” To me, cocktails should invoke the same kind of sensory crossover. When I sip a Cape Cod, I should be reminded of Cape Cod. When I taste an Alabama Slamma, I want to taste Ala…oh, never mind. That is a terrible thought.
Anyone who has ever worked as a bartender–or as a waitress/waiter in a place that serves alcohol–has played this game. You invent a drink/shot and then you force a customer or co-worker to drink the creation. When they shudder and proclaim, “What the fuck was that?!?”–you make up a title on the spot. You do this over and over again, hundreds of times, waiting impatiently for the time that someone walks up to you and says, “You know, I hear you make a drink called ‘Grandma’s Wrinkles’–can you make me one of those?”
Every drink you’ve ever tasted started off this way.
While lacking a specific recipe, my wife nailed the requisites for “The Petworth.” Post continues after the jump including recipes for Eric’s neighborhood cocktails. (more…)
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Look at this thing. I’m no sophisticated critic but I’d have to say it is pretty awful. Please tell me one redeeming quality about this sculpture. Ok, I thought of one, the restaurant Zaytinya is behind it and I kind of like Zaytinya. But seriously, does anyone dig this?
Clement Greenberg famously said, “You like it, that’s all, whether it’s a landscape or abstract. You like it. It hits you. You don’t have to read it. The work of art-sculpture or painting-forces your eye.”
So who likes it?
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I’m finding that there’s a lot of clever people out there.