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Yesterday, the WaTi reported, was not a day for political speeches, which is too bad, really, for McCain’s faithful, who got Laura and Cindy instead of George and Dick because of a little ol’ Category 2.
Oh, but there was news. Sarah Palin‘s daughter, Bristol, is not yet able to vote but is preggers and gettin’ hitched. Must be all that beefy funding for abstinence programs didn’t get up there to the 49th state. Don’t worry. The 2008 GOP presidential platform calls for throwing even more money at them, according to the L.A. Times’ blog.
What could be more shocking than Palin’s imperfect family? A. Line. At. Wonderland. W. T. F.? The Heights Life is aghast. First Target and now this. Hopefully the guy known only as “the hot bartender” there will pick up and move on to some less-discovered home for the Chucks-wearing masses.
In Shaw outs “Derrick,” the guy hitting up for beers our poor Post essayist, a lifelong New Yorker who finds D.C.’s rental market daunting. I.S. thinks Derrick is really the Derrick from Truxton Circle (Duh!) who is always hitting people up for beer. Or maybe not. Turns out this trick is not all that original—-unlike lifelong New Yorkers who find the D.C. rental market daunting.
Over at DC Foodies it’s Komi, Komi, Komi. Everyone’s who’s anyone is talking about how much better it is now than when it opened 10 four years ago. Still, it’s at No. 3 in the predictable rankings: Washingtonian doesn’t think it’s good enough to knock Citronelle and CityZen off their perches. Yet.
So where was Mr. T in DC when Jason from DC Foodies was at Komi, Komi, Komi? He was where everyone else is: Nando’s Peri Peri. That’s his pic of the butternut squash and couscous salad above. Even at 8 a.m., that looks like a taste treat.