After months —- no, wait, years —- of delays, the H Street Country Club is set to open at the end of the month. So says Walter Nicholls over at BizBash, which even has a few up-to-date photos of the place (as opposed to the months-old construction crap above).
As fun as putt-putting my way around a miniature Washington Monument sounds, I’m even more interested in the Mexican/Tex-Mex menus conceived by Ann Cashion and executed by former Cashion’s cook, Pablo Cordoso. The south-of-the-border food has a decidedly modern feel. Think “masa puffs” with roasted pumpkin and poblano pepper, instead of old-fashioned stuffed gorditas. Or a tostada with mashed avocado and warm lobster salad, not a thick layer of lard and beans.
Part of my fascination with the menu is how its ambitions will play in a place obviously geared for the bros and Bud Light crowd. During our day-long hang back in February, Joe Englert told me that he expected H Street CC not to be just a drunken playpen for miniature golf. He thinks the club, with its 65-seat dining room on the second floor, will also be a destination restaurant for folks headed to the Atlas Performing Arts Center or the H Street Playhouse.
Which may be true. As long as patrons don’t mind dining over the din of beer-fueled bros trying to out-duel each other on the nine-hole course. I’m imagining a scene not unlike John Goodman‘s “Mark It Zero, Dude” moment in The Big Lebowski: