ISO: ISO: Restaurant Recommendation in Washington, D.C. please
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barbara-in-va
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Deb, this link might help. It is to Washingtonian magazine and lists the 100 best restaurants..
as weel as cheap eats and dirt cheap eats. I can tell you some of the ones I have been to that I like but we don't venture into downtown very often to eat.
http://www.washingtonian.com/sections/restaurants/index.html
as weel as cheap eats and dirt cheap eats. I can tell you some of the ones I have been to that I like but we don't venture into downtown very often to eat.
http://www.washingtonian.com/sections/restaurants/index.html
sandy-in-baltimore
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Re: Try Chowhounds (all about restaurants)
Here is the link for Baltimore & Washington. There are links for other areas of the country.
http://www.chowhound.com/boards/14
Here is the link for Baltimore & Washington. There are links for other areas of the country.
http://www.chowhound.com/boards/14
music-city-missy
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Also try....
www.dine.com
www.tripadvisor.com - the folks over there were great help to me last year when we did our huge loop in, around and through the DC area.
If you are out sightseeing and wind up near the National Geographic - I know this sounds crazy - but I got overheated and sick by the time we reached them at the lunch hour and when we asked for a good place close by to eat, they gave us passes into their employee only dining room. It's run by Sodexho but the food was VERY good and cheap!
The food in the Smithsonian and Art museums is way overpriced and really just so so. If you are on the mall, probably the best place is the cafeteria in the Native American Indian museum - won't be cheap but it was pretty good. They do good fish dishes as well as soups and veggies. Having had 'Indian' tacos at PowWows locally, their's was overpriced and boring. But my soup was excellent.
We also ate at Brasserie Les Halles (of Anthony Bourdain fame) not too far from the White House. It was 100+ degrees and the AC was out and they didn't tell me when I made the reservations that morning and I had to try some of the heavy French/Alsacian dishes he is famous for. But the food was very good and the atmosphere was fun.
Most of our other meals were in the surrounding areas. IF there is any way to get to The Inn at Little Washington - DO - well worth it.
www.dine.com
www.tripadvisor.com - the folks over there were great help to me last year when we did our huge loop in, around and through the DC area.
If you are out sightseeing and wind up near the National Geographic - I know this sounds crazy - but I got overheated and sick by the time we reached them at the lunch hour and when we asked for a good place close by to eat, they gave us passes into their employee only dining room. It's run by Sodexho but the food was VERY good and cheap!
The food in the Smithsonian and Art museums is way overpriced and really just so so. If you are on the mall, probably the best place is the cafeteria in the Native American Indian museum - won't be cheap but it was pretty good. They do good fish dishes as well as soups and veggies. Having had 'Indian' tacos at PowWows locally, their's was overpriced and boring. But my soup was excellent.
We also ate at Brasserie Les Halles (of Anthony Bourdain fame) not too far from the White House. It was 100+ degrees and the AC was out and they didn't tell me when I made the reservations that morning and I had to try some of the heavy French/Alsacian dishes he is famous for. But the food was very good and the atmosphere was fun.
Most of our other meals were in the surrounding areas. IF there is any way to get to The Inn at Little Washington - DO - well worth it.
A few of my favorites...
Bistro du Coin in the Dupont Circle area: great mussels and fries. Metro nearby.
Kinkeads on Pennsylvania Ave (Foggy Bottom metro stop area): pricey but great food
Johnny's Half Shell: on North Capitol Street (haven't been since they moved there last summer from Dupont Cir): I love their fried oyster po' boy!
Les Halles used to be a favorite...was there a few months ago and didn't like my steak but the fries were wonderful as was my bread, salad and wine smileys/smile.gif...on Penn. Ave near Reagan Bldg metro
Sequoia in Georgetown (the views of the Kennedy Ctr & Georgetown & Roosevelt Island are great. It's on the Potomac...we only went during nonbusy times as it can get very noisy) The food is good...but it's not popular with the "foodies" around here..haven't been there in a while.I'd go early and have a glass of wine and an appetizer on the deck and enjoy the scenery. No metro in Georgetown.
The place to see DC celebrities is Cafe Milano in Georgetown and the food is supposed to be good (have not been there yet).
Have a great trip!
Bistro du Coin in the Dupont Circle area: great mussels and fries. Metro nearby.
Kinkeads on Pennsylvania Ave (Foggy Bottom metro stop area): pricey but great food
Johnny's Half Shell: on North Capitol Street (haven't been since they moved there last summer from Dupont Cir): I love their fried oyster po' boy!
Les Halles used to be a favorite...was there a few months ago and didn't like my steak but the fries were wonderful as was my bread, salad and wine smileys/smile.gif...on Penn. Ave near Reagan Bldg metro
Sequoia in Georgetown (the views of the Kennedy Ctr & Georgetown & Roosevelt Island are great. It's on the Potomac...we only went during nonbusy times as it can get very noisy) The food is good...but it's not popular with the "foodies" around here..haven't been there in a while.I'd go early and have a glass of wine and an appetizer on the deck and enjoy the scenery. No metro in Georgetown.
The place to see DC celebrities is Cafe Milano in Georgetown and the food is supposed to be good (have not been there yet).
Have a great trip!
He just opened another more reasonably priced restaurant, Central Michel Richard
It's on our "to try" list! The Washington Post review is below:
Central Michel Richard We recommend.
1001 Pennsylvania Ave. NW, Washington, DC 20004
202-626-0015
Overview
Chef Michel Richard offers his whimsical French takes on American classics for affordable prices.
• Average Reader Rating: 3 out of 4 stars
• Hours: Mon-Thu 11:45 am-2:30 pm, 5:30-10:30 pm, Fri 11:45 am-2:30 pm, 5:30-11 pm, Sat 5:30-11 pm
• Price: $$ (Average entree $11-$20)
• Cuisine: Bistro, American
• Neighborhood: Downtown
• Nearest Metro: Metro Center (Red, Blue and Orange lines), Federal Triangle (Blue and Orange lines), Archives-Navy Memorial (Green and Yellow lines)
Editorial Review
Michel Richard's Mass Appeal
At his new bistro, Washington's top chef offers great food at affordable prices
By Tom Sietsema
The Washington Post Magazine
Sunday, March 25, 2007
*** (out of four)
No chef likes a culinary joke more than Michel Richard. And no chef knows how to stage one more deftly than he does. Until recently, however, you had to reserve well in advance -- and shell out a considerable sum of money -- for the privilege of one of his performances at Michel Richard Citronelle in Georgetown, where his bag of tricks includes such four-star amusements as Israeli couscous masquerading as caviar and "breakfast" for dessert. (The "toast" is made from poundcake, and the "egg" features a yolk of pureed papaya and a white coaxed from almond custard.)
The recent debut of Central Michel Richard downtown opens up the field for more than the rich and the famous. The newcomer also signals a welcome trendlette: top chefs opening informal places to eat. (Coming up next: Brasserie Beck on K Street NW from Robert Wiedmaier of the buttoned-up Marcel's and a yet-to-be-named casual restaurant from the esteemed New York chef Eric Ripert in the West End.)
Central (pronounced sen-TRAHL) is the warmhearted bistro Richard says he has long wanted to launch and the restaurant that so many of us crave nowadays. From the hostess comes a greeting that feels genuine, and not a whiff of attitude. From the sommelier we get a delicious deal. And from the kitchen, led by Richard's protege, Cedric Maupillier, the former executive sous-chef at Citronelle, we find fetching still lifes that often taste as good as they look, at prices that have us pinching ourselves: Did I really just buy a Richard creation that rocked my world and that cost a single digit?
That's been my experience with the Ping-Pong-ball-size gougeres, served piping hot in a wire vase and as good as cheese puffs get, as well as with the onion tart, as rich and thin as Paris Hilton (thanks to creme fraiche in the topping) and offered as two crackling half-moons on a wooden board. Slightly more expensive and just as compelling is asparagus vinaigrette. If any green vegetable has the power to set a heart aflutter, it's this first course. The slightly curved, brilliant-green stalks are arranged like perfect commas on their long white plate; with the help of a scattering of chervil and a sauceboat of pitch-perfect vinaigrette, the asparagus sing.
Ready for some fun? Request an appetizer of duck rillettes and "faux gras" terrine. It's a rich assembly of shredded duck, thin toasted bread for spreading and a terrine that pretends to contain fancy duck liver (foie gras) but substitutes a puree of chicken liver and butter, instead -- the "faux" foie, in other words. The maestro's sense of humor extends to the list of beers, which mixes Bud in with the more artisanal suds, and even to the decor: To the side of the host stand rises a leaning tower of $175 dinner plates, to which Richard is considering adding giant forks, just to make people smile when they stroll in.
The kitchen sends out bistro classics that taste as if they had been FedExed from one of the Michelin Guide's bib gourmand (good value) picks in Paris. Hanger steak is pleasantly chewy and juicy, seasoned with not much more than sea salt and escorted by crisp golden french fries that are some of the best in town (frying them in canola oil and clarified butter lends the snack a nice nutty note); dressing up the dish are glistening greens and the only "ketchup" you'll need: mayonnaise. Salmon is cooked to near-melting and comes with a bed of lentils infused with balsamic vinegar and what tastes like cream but turns out to be the water left over from cooking white beans. The enhancers allow the legumes to deliver a bravura performance. French onion soup is perfectly proper, and while there's no shame in that, the bowl of chicken broth and melted cheese is not as exciting as some of its menu mates.
Richard was born in Brittany, France, but he has lived more than 30 years in the United States and clearly loves waving the American flag. How else to explain the inclusion of fried chicken, a hamburger and a banana split on Central's menu? That chicken, by the way, is dynamite, its flesh luxurious, its coat of bread crumbs light and airy. This being Washington, there's a crab cake on the menu, and it's very good, perched on a nest of shredded leeks bound with mayonnaise and vinegar.
"I want one of those!" a man at the next table declares when he sees my lobster burger arrive. He looks at the towering sandwich hungrily, and I can't blame him. It's beautiful. A glossy bun hovers over a thick pink band of lobster enriched with scallop mousse; instead of bacon, several discs of potato crisps are tucked inside to give the sandwich an unexpected crunch. Trained to make pastry by the esteemed Gaston Lenotre in France, Richard is a master when it comes to weaving soft and crisp textures in dishes, a signature that surfaces in almost every dish here. So, tender, outsize prawns rest on delicately crunchy snow peas, and chocolate mousse is punctuated with beads of chocolate-y rice.
General manager Brian Zipin helped craft a wine list that embraces variety in both selection and price, with something for every budget. The wines by the glass include half a dozen pours, including a fine French chardonnay and a syrah-grenache blend bearing the top toque's name, for less than $10. While the bottle choices are more worldly, the majority hail from California and France (Richard adores Rhone wines, and this list shows it).
I wasn't wearing rose-colored glasses when I ate here. Several dishes at Central resemble pale photocopies of Richard's trademark artwork. Friends and I admire the sheer golden pastry atop a chicken pot pie, even taking turns to examine its elegant cover, but no one wants more than a bite of the filling, whose timid seasoning and blank poultry suggest Swanson, rather than the work of one of the country's best chefs. And while the buttery puddle of polenta that comes with a lamb shank is ultra creamy, and the inky reduction of lamb jus and orange zest proves a sauce of distinction, the haunch of meat is as routine as a Simon Cowell crack on "American Idol." Despite a sprinkling of lardons, a soft, wet side dish of Brussels sprouts suggests it came from an English boarding school rather than a fine French restaurant. (Macaroni and cheese, on the other hand, manages to elevate that popular starch from common to classy. The trick: aged Cheddar, Swiss cheese and sour cream.)
Half the restaurant's space is devoted to the dining room, and half is split between the bar and an exhibition kitchen. Central's palette is understated in soothing shades of coffee and wood, the better to keep the focus on the food, but its design includes nice touches, including a glass-enclosed wine "cellar," (way in the back) shimmering copper curtains to set some tables apart and Richard's profile etched onto glass panels. There doesn't seem to be a Siberia, judging from where the VIPs (Kitty Kelley, Rahm Emanuel) have been sprinkled on my visits. But if you're a gastronaut, the place to aim for is a table with a view of the cooks. The way they noiselessly dance around one another is impressive.
For such a new restaurant -- Central breezed into place in December -- service is surprisingly free of rough patches. "We trained for a month," I overhear a server tell a diner. The investment shows.
Given Richard's resume, diners expect something special to close a meal, and they get it with Central's lofty orange souffle, robed in dark chocolate at the table, and, on the other end of the spectrum, with a sugar-dusted apple pan dowdy whose light and flaky crust alone is worth ordering the dessert. A carryover from the mother ship in Georgetown is an elegant riff on the Kit Kat bar (although Central's version is almost as long as a ruler, so you better share the confection). The weak link in this gold chain is the banana split, big and colorful but, ultimately, merely pleasant. Its best asset is its glossy caramel sauce.
Why another restaurant, and why now? Richard, who turned 59 earlier this month and is one of the country's most-imitated chefs, could easily rest on his many laurels if he so chose. "Getting older," he explains. "I like to have a place with younger people. It will keep me younger, maybe." Central, he adds, represents "the democratization of Citronelle."
No joke.
It's on our "to try" list! The Washington Post review is below:
Central Michel Richard We recommend.
1001 Pennsylvania Ave. NW, Washington, DC 20004
202-626-0015
Overview
Chef Michel Richard offers his whimsical French takes on American classics for affordable prices.
• Average Reader Rating: 3 out of 4 stars
• Hours: Mon-Thu 11:45 am-2:30 pm, 5:30-10:30 pm, Fri 11:45 am-2:30 pm, 5:30-11 pm, Sat 5:30-11 pm
• Price: $$ (Average entree $11-$20)
• Cuisine: Bistro, American
• Neighborhood: Downtown
• Nearest Metro: Metro Center (Red, Blue and Orange lines), Federal Triangle (Blue and Orange lines), Archives-Navy Memorial (Green and Yellow lines)
Editorial Review
Michel Richard's Mass Appeal
At his new bistro, Washington's top chef offers great food at affordable prices
By Tom Sietsema
The Washington Post Magazine
Sunday, March 25, 2007
*** (out of four)
No chef likes a culinary joke more than Michel Richard. And no chef knows how to stage one more deftly than he does. Until recently, however, you had to reserve well in advance -- and shell out a considerable sum of money -- for the privilege of one of his performances at Michel Richard Citronelle in Georgetown, where his bag of tricks includes such four-star amusements as Israeli couscous masquerading as caviar and "breakfast" for dessert. (The "toast" is made from poundcake, and the "egg" features a yolk of pureed papaya and a white coaxed from almond custard.)
The recent debut of Central Michel Richard downtown opens up the field for more than the rich and the famous. The newcomer also signals a welcome trendlette: top chefs opening informal places to eat. (Coming up next: Brasserie Beck on K Street NW from Robert Wiedmaier of the buttoned-up Marcel's and a yet-to-be-named casual restaurant from the esteemed New York chef Eric Ripert in the West End.)
Central (pronounced sen-TRAHL) is the warmhearted bistro Richard says he has long wanted to launch and the restaurant that so many of us crave nowadays. From the hostess comes a greeting that feels genuine, and not a whiff of attitude. From the sommelier we get a delicious deal. And from the kitchen, led by Richard's protege, Cedric Maupillier, the former executive sous-chef at Citronelle, we find fetching still lifes that often taste as good as they look, at prices that have us pinching ourselves: Did I really just buy a Richard creation that rocked my world and that cost a single digit?
That's been my experience with the Ping-Pong-ball-size gougeres, served piping hot in a wire vase and as good as cheese puffs get, as well as with the onion tart, as rich and thin as Paris Hilton (thanks to creme fraiche in the topping) and offered as two crackling half-moons on a wooden board. Slightly more expensive and just as compelling is asparagus vinaigrette. If any green vegetable has the power to set a heart aflutter, it's this first course. The slightly curved, brilliant-green stalks are arranged like perfect commas on their long white plate; with the help of a scattering of chervil and a sauceboat of pitch-perfect vinaigrette, the asparagus sing.
Ready for some fun? Request an appetizer of duck rillettes and "faux gras" terrine. It's a rich assembly of shredded duck, thin toasted bread for spreading and a terrine that pretends to contain fancy duck liver (foie gras) but substitutes a puree of chicken liver and butter, instead -- the "faux" foie, in other words. The maestro's sense of humor extends to the list of beers, which mixes Bud in with the more artisanal suds, and even to the decor: To the side of the host stand rises a leaning tower of $175 dinner plates, to which Richard is considering adding giant forks, just to make people smile when they stroll in.
The kitchen sends out bistro classics that taste as if they had been FedExed from one of the Michelin Guide's bib gourmand (good value) picks in Paris. Hanger steak is pleasantly chewy and juicy, seasoned with not much more than sea salt and escorted by crisp golden french fries that are some of the best in town (frying them in canola oil and clarified butter lends the snack a nice nutty note); dressing up the dish are glistening greens and the only "ketchup" you'll need: mayonnaise. Salmon is cooked to near-melting and comes with a bed of lentils infused with balsamic vinegar and what tastes like cream but turns out to be the water left over from cooking white beans. The enhancers allow the legumes to deliver a bravura performance. French onion soup is perfectly proper, and while there's no shame in that, the bowl of chicken broth and melted cheese is not as exciting as some of its menu mates.
Richard was born in Brittany, France, but he has lived more than 30 years in the United States and clearly loves waving the American flag. How else to explain the inclusion of fried chicken, a hamburger and a banana split on Central's menu? That chicken, by the way, is dynamite, its flesh luxurious, its coat of bread crumbs light and airy. This being Washington, there's a crab cake on the menu, and it's very good, perched on a nest of shredded leeks bound with mayonnaise and vinegar.
"I want one of those!" a man at the next table declares when he sees my lobster burger arrive. He looks at the towering sandwich hungrily, and I can't blame him. It's beautiful. A glossy bun hovers over a thick pink band of lobster enriched with scallop mousse; instead of bacon, several discs of potato crisps are tucked inside to give the sandwich an unexpected crunch. Trained to make pastry by the esteemed Gaston Lenotre in France, Richard is a master when it comes to weaving soft and crisp textures in dishes, a signature that surfaces in almost every dish here. So, tender, outsize prawns rest on delicately crunchy snow peas, and chocolate mousse is punctuated with beads of chocolate-y rice.
General manager Brian Zipin helped craft a wine list that embraces variety in both selection and price, with something for every budget. The wines by the glass include half a dozen pours, including a fine French chardonnay and a syrah-grenache blend bearing the top toque's name, for less than $10. While the bottle choices are more worldly, the majority hail from California and France (Richard adores Rhone wines, and this list shows it).
I wasn't wearing rose-colored glasses when I ate here. Several dishes at Central resemble pale photocopies of Richard's trademark artwork. Friends and I admire the sheer golden pastry atop a chicken pot pie, even taking turns to examine its elegant cover, but no one wants more than a bite of the filling, whose timid seasoning and blank poultry suggest Swanson, rather than the work of one of the country's best chefs. And while the buttery puddle of polenta that comes with a lamb shank is ultra creamy, and the inky reduction of lamb jus and orange zest proves a sauce of distinction, the haunch of meat is as routine as a Simon Cowell crack on "American Idol." Despite a sprinkling of lardons, a soft, wet side dish of Brussels sprouts suggests it came from an English boarding school rather than a fine French restaurant. (Macaroni and cheese, on the other hand, manages to elevate that popular starch from common to classy. The trick: aged Cheddar, Swiss cheese and sour cream.)
Half the restaurant's space is devoted to the dining room, and half is split between the bar and an exhibition kitchen. Central's palette is understated in soothing shades of coffee and wood, the better to keep the focus on the food, but its design includes nice touches, including a glass-enclosed wine "cellar," (way in the back) shimmering copper curtains to set some tables apart and Richard's profile etched onto glass panels. There doesn't seem to be a Siberia, judging from where the VIPs (Kitty Kelley, Rahm Emanuel) have been sprinkled on my visits. But if you're a gastronaut, the place to aim for is a table with a view of the cooks. The way they noiselessly dance around one another is impressive.
For such a new restaurant -- Central breezed into place in December -- service is surprisingly free of rough patches. "We trained for a month," I overhear a server tell a diner. The investment shows.
Given Richard's resume, diners expect something special to close a meal, and they get it with Central's lofty orange souffle, robed in dark chocolate at the table, and, on the other end of the spectrum, with a sugar-dusted apple pan dowdy whose light and flaky crust alone is worth ordering the dessert. A carryover from the mother ship in Georgetown is an elegant riff on the Kit Kat bar (although Central's version is almost as long as a ruler, so you better share the confection). The weak link in this gold chain is the banana split, big and colorful but, ultimately, merely pleasant. Its best asset is its glossy caramel sauce.
Why another restaurant, and why now? Richard, who turned 59 earlier this month and is one of the country's most-imitated chefs, could easily rest on his many laurels if he so chose. "Getting older," he explains. "I like to have a place with younger people. It will keep me younger, maybe." Central, he adds, represents "the democratization of Citronelle."
No joke.
What about brunch at the Tabard Inn?
Don't know if you are only looking for lunch/dinner options, but hubby and I left the kiddies with Nana and had a yummy brunch at the Tabard Inn
1739 N Street, NW
202-785-1277
http://www.tabardinn.com/menu_summer_brunch.htm
Don't know if you are only looking for lunch/dinner options, but hubby and I left the kiddies with Nana and had a yummy brunch at the Tabard Inn
1739 N Street, NW
202-785-1277
http://www.tabardinn.com/menu_summer_brunch.htm
YAY! Michele is such a delight. We hosted him on his recent book tour...
and he was utterly charming. At one point, he was dancing on his tip toes, twirling through the dining room. His smile is infections...and the food is pure comfort...with an elegant whimsy. I'm just glad I don't live within driving range, or I'd be a frequent visitor for sure!
and he was utterly charming. At one point, he was dancing on his tip toes, twirling through the dining room. His smile is infections...and the food is pure comfort...with an elegant whimsy. I'm just glad I don't live within driving range, or I'd be a frequent visitor for sure!