• 12Apr

    dogh.bmpIt was a time of financial instability the likes of which this country has never seen. Analysts jumping from the rooftops, dogs running barefoot through the streets. That’s right, it was

  • 11Apr

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    Fellow DCFUD-blogger rj3, who regularly blogs over at Smorgasblog partner DCSOB has posted the list of Washington DC’s 28 Most Loathsome People. Coming in at #17 is the Jeff Tunks, owner of Ceiba, TenPenh, and DC Coast. RJ3 has this to say:

    17. Restaurateur Jeff Tunks: Have you ever wondered why downtown eating sucks so much? Blame Jeffy, owner/partner of the fusion trifecta of Ceiba, TenPenh and DC Coast. Each of these joints are one carefully-planned degree from the traditional Washington power steakhouse, calibrated for expense-account lawyers and lobbyists to have a good meal at a posh setting without having to deal with any of those scary New York/LA restaurant trends (sitting on the floor, raw food, Lindsay Lohan puking in your soup, etc.). So take your Malpeque oysters and your cr*p on a stick (sorry, skewers) — I’ll be at Ben’s.

    What’s your verdict? Is the CEIBA/TenPenh/DC Coast conglomerate truly loathsome? We, of course, have our own opinions, but we’d love to hear yours.

  • 11Apr

    wineglass1.bmpWine is probably my favorite drink in the world, but it wasn

  • 11Apr

    scallpoped.bmpCertain foods reach down into our central nervous system and trigger the reaction ‘hey, I’m all sophisticated and shit’. Martinis do it because of the James Bond connection. Omelet’s do it because of the ‘leisurely brunch’ connection. And anything French does it because somehow our subconscious mind is convinced that the French are classy people and not the street-spitting, drunken footballers that you might witness in Paris.
    Well, outdated labels can work for you, as every chick who has ever innocently told a guy that no, she had no idea that he was into her, will know. Serve this very French peasant food the next time you wish to sprinkle some stereotypical class over your table.
    Snobby scalloped potatoes

    • Peel and thinly slice about 8 Yukon Gold potatoes. Grate a serious chunk of gruyere cheese and then grate extra- you’ll definitely run out.
    • Sprinkle the bottom of a casserole dish with salt and pepper Place a layer of potato slices 1 slice thick over it.
    • Sprinkle with salt, pepper, flour, and grated cheese. Place another layer of potatoes over. Complete until the dish is

  • 08Apr


    Most of the DCFÜD crew went out last night for an evening of medical emergencies, unbearable heat and violating open-container laws. It was like July… in April.

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    “Would you like some onions with your HUMAN LIVER?”

    First, amg walked into Cap Lounge on the Hill with a bag full of vaccines that he had to keep cold lest they spoil. Treating it like a human organ, we politiely asked for a Hefeweizen (horray for being a yuppie) and a bowl of ice. Jokes about the need to get loaded before braving 395 traffic on the way to a hospital aside, we had a medical emergency. If the desire to drink counts as a medical emergency

    The extremely accomodating (and extremely Irish) server Gerry at the Cap brought a bowl of ice and some napkins to keep amg and zaf’s anti-typhoid vaccines cool, and later even agreed to store the medicine in the bar’s refrigerator. This was a good thing, as the Cap Lounge was experiencing a climate-control malfunction which caused overwhelming heat to blast from the ceiling vents. It was like happy hour in a tandoori oven – not pleasant.

    Several men who looked like they could speak authouritatively about things like ducts and vents came around to tinker with the thermostat, each announcing that the problem had been solved. It only got hotter. When we protested the furnace-like state, the bar manager offered free shots if we stuck it out until the thermometer registered 100 degrees.



    As it turns out, the thermometer didn’t display more than two digits, but when it finally rolled over to “00”, the manager honored his promise and brought a round of whiskey, although not without hassling the three Wilson SHS graduates at the table (snh, wrc and ejg if you must know) about their D.C.P.S. high school.

    I think the line was, “I’m from Ward 8, I know what I’m talking about.”

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    No free drinks Free drinks

    We eased on down the road to Zack’s, where pitchers of Miller Lite were consumed and some billiards were shot. Zack’s has a decent jukebox, with Stones, Hendrix, John Lee Hooker, Jimmy Cliff and various Motown classics perfect for drinking pisswater in the dark.

    Our three exuberant ladies, filled with the energy of youth and many full mugs of cheap beer, decided that while Zack’s doesn’t have an outdoor patio, that should serve as no hinderance to taking a few beers outside and dancing in the rain on Pennsylvania Avenue.

    Thirty seconds later, the bartender went to the door and asked them to kindly come back inside the bar, explaining how a liqour license is a good thing for a bar to have.

    We went home, secure from typhoid and sobriety.

    -Written by snh, edited and crossposted by DCSOB-er rj3

  • 08Apr

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    The word of the day is “superfood.” As reported by CBS News, these are foods which are out to make you healthier. According to a survey taken by the Food Marketing Institute, the majority of shoppers choose their food based on health or nutritional claims. But, uh, looking around on the Metro, I’m not entirely convinced.
    Can this be the new movement that will turn our society away from our wicked ways of fast food and preservatives? The piece of mistletoe that pierces the heart of the Burger King? Or is this all more smoke and mirrors dreamed up by some shadowy marketing department, miles away from the American heartland, rolling in their bank vaults full of money?

  • 06Apr

    Remember when how food tasted relied mainly on, well, how the food actually tasted? So last century!
    The latest bombshell in the flavor-enhancement industry is Senomyx. Today’s New York Times article talks up high hopes for its upcoming salt substitute.
    From the official website, Senomyx is “a biotechnology company using proprietary taste receptor-based assays and screening technologies to discover and develop novel flavors and flavor enhancers for the packaged food and beverage industry.”
    Well, I don’t care what they say, they just don’t make proprietary taste receptor-based assays like my grandmother used to make.

  • 06Apr

    Aah, Hawaii. This DCFuder just returned from Oahu and she can still picture the azure waves… The gently swaying palm trees… The amazing numbers of Japanese tourists! And there wasn’t an obese one among them. I was so boggled by this lack of body fat that I consumed record amounts of Japanese food while I was in Hawaii just to see what the deal was and wanted to continue eating it FOREVER once I returned home.
    obi-shrimp.jpgThus inspired, I signed up for the Japanese Sushi class through Arlington’s Continuing Education program. On two consecutive Tuesdays, I huddled in the kitchen classroom at the Clarendon Education Center with a dozen other students. It’s a simple kitchen, but outfitted with all the essential equipment and a long table for the group to sit around. Mary Moore, youthful beyond her years and soon to be a great grandmother, led us through the basics of making sushi, Japanese dining etiquette and shopping. She is of Taiwanese descent, married an American serviceman and learned about Japanese food and culture during Japan’s occupation of Taiwan. Now she teaches people how to make sushi and is a Tupperware consultant (Fate is a funny thing, huh?).
    The first Tuesday was devoted to the introduction of ingredients, how to make rice and making our own maki sushi (sushi rolls). She guided us through ingredients (types and brands of rice, vinegar, nori, etc.), how to choose fresh fish, and how to find everything at the grocery store. She was excellent about circulating around the room, giving pointers and answering questions as she went. One caveat: She loves chatting so much that sometimes things got left on the back burner, literally. Luckily some of my classmates were sharp enough to save our sushi seasoning and shepherd the rice to its happy, fluffy conclusion without many hitches. From there we learned the basic techniques of spreading the rice on our nori (the seaweed wrapper), filling it with ingredients, rolling everything up and slicing the roll into correctly proportioned pieces. I made one batch of classic vegetable rolls and one batch of simple tuna rolls, but I could have made more. When you receive your prep list for class and it says to bring a container for leftovers — bring a big one! There were plenty of ingredients to go around and lots of rolls to be made.
    But, the second class was where the real fun happened. Don’t miss this class. There were noticeably fewer people in attendance for this class, which meant more sushi for everyone! Don’t be the lazy one that skips this class and misses out on the really good stuff. Everyone pitched in to prep ingredients and we started off with California rolls, which are messy but fun. Then we progressed to nigiri (tuna, salmon, eel, egg, imitation crab, mackerel, shrimp) and tamaki (hand rolls). I made my tamaki with the spicy tuna mixture Mary whipped up and thought I made it look like a spicy tuna ice cream cone, but I can

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  • 05Apr

    milkismilkcarton2.jpeIf antidisestablishmentarianism is opposition to the withdrawal of state support from a church, then surely unantilactaidconsumerism is the purpose of The Milk is Milk Website and Blog.
    As children of the eighties we grew up with

  • 04Apr

    rat.bmpWhen a lab rat discovers that he can receive a tasty food pellet by pressing a certain pattern of buttons, he’ll continue pressing those same buttons even when the food pellets start being distributed at random. Or he’ll do cute little paw motions depending on what he thinks might have worked in the past. This is superstition at its finest and it is the key to understanding why I keep on going back to My Bothers Place in Capitol Hill. Like our lab rats, I return each time with hope renewed despite objective criteria.
    My conditioning process was complete and thorough. I had three good meals there back to back last year- a great burger, some fabulously tangy chicken wings piled high, and a sandwich of some delectable description. The beer and the service were good, the d

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