Pickle Bar

Alright it isn't realllly called pickle bar it is actually called the Quarry House Tavern in Silver Spring MD. To say this place is a gem of a bar is an understatement! This was my second voyage to this perfectly-crowded-so-you-know-it-is-a-good-time-but-not-to-the-point-where-you-want-to-leave bar where burgers, a stellar beer list, tater gems (yes Gems...I am from I-Da-Ho people), grilled cheese are delish and at great prices. But the true starlet of the Quarry is the spectacular (add this to the list of Iamanadultandieatwhatiwant list) fried pickles.

Let that soak in for a minute.


ahhh. yes.


You read right.

Fried.

Pickles.

Yes, fried.

Ah-Maz-ing.

This place is in Erin's hood so Brooke and I ventured up there, had some "classy" girls time sipping on some wine before we hoofed over to the bar. Upon arrival we promptly order our beers (if the strawberry one is on tap--get it! Don't even think twice!) and two--t-w-o, orders of fried pickles. Trust me for three people this is barely enough. Once you put on of those fried, battered, pickle spears in your mouth you will wish you would just have them coming with your beers!

We also devoured some amazing grilled cheese sandwiches where you might say "oh bar food" au contrare!

Brooke enlightened us to this fact: "When asked about the debate about buttering the bread or the grill when making grilled cheese sandwiches the chef of the quarry says "I butter both"'. Now that is what I am talking about. Screw the debate over what technique is better, the more butter the better (thank you Julia Childs)

Another great part of this adventure is my pictures were taken on a disposable camera! I can not tell you how much fun it was to run around with a wind and click camera (which we occasionally forgot to use the flash). Pretty sure I am going to start taking one out with me more often. Anyways, this also means I have yet to scan them into my computer. So you will have to wait in suspense to see the photos from this adventure. Probably better...once you set eyes on those pickles it is just downhill from there!

Photos to come!

Friday Night Frat Party

Last night after work I met up with the BHS graduates of 04' who are living in the area. We met up at Founding Farmers which is an excellent, organic and LEED certified restaurant in the Foggy Bottom area which is really close to my office. The wait was forever and a day. Which we had heard was a problem from a few people who had tried the restaurant. But it was well worth the wait, as the food was fabulous and reasonably priced.

The BHS crew consisted of myself, Erin, Sara, Laura (who was visiting Sara), Neal, Peter, and Alex (not a BHSer). After dinner we headed to McFaddens...or shall we call Delta Gamma Beta, or some other random greek letters. The feeling was that of a large overrun frat party. But who am I to complain about a place that has $2 Miller Lite all night on Fridays! In summary, there was some moments on girls on a bar, a future ex-wife for peter, and a drunk skanky freshman that Alex and I later saw at the metro and lots of shots.

The only thing missing from the night....the flickering lights for when the cops came and crashed the party.


But I am very excited to have some people to hang out with from high school.