Weebat and Herr Professor are in town, so DC is about a million times cuter thanks to their decision not to leave their 10-month-old daughter at home alone. The Wee Weebat is scoring very well in many of the preliminary rounds, dominating the Charming the Waiters, Grinning Gummily to Show Off Her Two Teeth, Not Crying, and Making Squeaky Amusing Noises rounds. She's enthusiastically trying to manipulate her immediate environment, so there's a steady brownian movement as everyone tries to keep cups of yogurt, full plates of dim sum, glasses of wine, and switchblades out of her reach without spoiling our own fun.
And boy, having savvy fressers in town is just the bestest thing. We started with Friday dinner at the sadly misnamed Hong Kong Palace ("More like Chengdu Closet," said Seesterperson), where the waiter remembered spilling nearly a full bottle of wine on Herr Professor and where Auntie A native patois-ed up a banquet of allium-enhanced deliciousness that we were forced, out of defensive politeness, to nearly finish. On Saturday, there were cupcakes and pizza and I lost my gaming cherry to a long round of Shadows Over Camelot (as Sir Tristan, adding Iseult to injury).
Herr Professor has a regrettable work ethic and didn't join us for dim sum (as in, I'll have some of dim, and some of dose, and def'nitely some of dese) at Hollywood East this morning. Weebat called him to lament that he was missing out on a table-straining variety of yummies, including chicken feet, shrimp-and-seaweed dumplings, two kinds of roast pork bao, and the best egg custard tarts outside of China. "We haven't eaten like this since Taiwan," moaned Auntie A. "They offer dim sum every day. We could come tomorrow!" For the sake of fitting into my pants on a regular basis, I cannot afford to know that this place is within three blocks of a Metro stop. But for this week, when Tuesday means patient standing in the chill, a few extra lipids aren't a bad idea. (It's warmed up, too; quoth La Mère, "After Friday, temps in the 30s make me want to run around naked outside." The neighbors are probably not prepared.) After that, if I were to take a few weeks off eating little more than carrots, it might be wise.
A little nostalgia for us all in the last few days before PEBO loses his E:
Someone quotes Cromwell, beautifully.
Mocean makes us a promise.
And Senator PEBO makes a few more.
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Ye have no more Religion than my horse!
I want that read on the steps of the White House tomorrow; "Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye" was cute but lacks the proper damning grandeur.
We're leaving D.C. soon. Never enough time to spend with friends and family. Thanks for everything good eats and good fun.
I'm going to try like crazy to get up there in March, so plz to arrange slightly warmer weather by then? I'll even take Wee Weebat wrangling duty and give y'all a night out (the Mandarin chirping, I cannot promise; Auntie A's monopoly is safe).
Hey, we came within a HALF MILE of Joe Shanghai's and then turned on Mulberry to eat at Ghenet instead (logistical problems with my cousin's friends not having cell phones and his cell phone battery dying made him worry about the extra distance). Before he is condemned it should be known that he's eaten soup dumplings twice in his short trip to New York and he's game for more.
The taxi ride to Reagan sucked. Taxi cab driver, "Huh, this street I wanted is blocked. I don't know why." We, thinking, "'Cause it is the day after the Inauguration." The plane ride on US Airways sucked even more. "Folks, we are being held on the ground." Later: "This is the Captain speaking, I have more bad news. We are still being held on the ground." Later later (Me to Herr Professor after watching Manhattan come and go): "Um, I think we are now half way to Boston."
Looking forward to seeing you in March!
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