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For all but the most feverish lovers of cherry blossoms, D.C.’s new driver’s licenses leave something to be desired. Readers were generally enthusiastic about our recommendations for new ID designs last week, but also offered their own suggestions. “Need a photo-traffic cam montage with an angry guy, ticket in hand,” wrote Bob. “And an alternating red light/green-light, red light/green light for the city I call Siren-ville, StopGoStopGo City, and, unfortunately, home.”

Reader Corky’s idea: “They should also issue one with a tourist on a Bikeshare bike wearing headphones, coasting along in front of a long line of cars with the drivers behind flipping her the bird.”

The Chic and the Bread

Last week’s Young & Hungry column looked at local restaurateurs’ growing passion for rethinking the fustiest of fine-dining mainstays: the bread basket. While the pastry chef of Birch & Barley called the 14th Street eatery’s bread board “a huge expense” but “worth it,” commenter ben didn’t want to hear it. “Oh man, it costs you $100 a day to provide bread to your diners. How will you ever survive? Considering your starters ‘start’ at $14 bucks, your burger costs $16, and your entrees are all in the $30 range, and your cheapest wine is $12 a glass (for a bottle sold down the street for $9), spare me the ‘oh it costs us a fortune to spend $100 a day providing bread’ noise.”

Reader DC, meanwhile, had a nutrition-related media gripe: “Bread is poison. I’m surprised you City Paper types don’t know that. Please, stop promoting obesity and digestive tract problems in your articles.”

Chip Job

Sure, celebrity chef José Andrés’ new potato chips are made with extra virgin olive oil and Himalayan pink salt. But would you pick them over your go-to bag of Utz? Last week, we compared Andrés crunchy new product to five other brands. What we learned: First, that according to our rankings system Andrés’ chips are only the fifth most delicious. And second, that our readers have a lot of feelings about potato chips. “Utz worse than Lays? You people must be high—or not high enough,” wrote Kev29. Reader JSA’s gripe: “What? No Cape Cod Potato Chips in your test? Heathens.”

Synth Tax

If you own a Korg and write off-kilter bangers for awkward-dancing scenesters, you were probably pleased to see yourself in Ally Schweitzer’s flowchart on D.C.’s fast-growing synthpop scene. “Electronic musicians! Who says D.C. don’t have a ‘scene,’ tweeted Ra Ra Rasputin member Patrick Kigongo. “@allyschweitzer of @wcp made a flowchart showing WHO WE BE.”

On Facebook, the band Pleasure Curses wrote, “Washington City Paper made a funny (but somewhat reductive) flowchart of some of our electronic-leaning friends and contemporaries in the area. Maybe we’ll get interviewed in a few decades for some documentary about ‘the scene.’” More enthusiastic was Motion Lines, who wrote, “See mom, we really are a band! We are in fact practicing and playing, and not just eating oreos and playing Dark Souls every Friday and Saturday night!” But no one was more pumped than Honest Haloway, who quoted the chart back to us in a tweet: “POUND IT, BRO!”