A Few of My Favorites from Last Weekend in DC…Side Note, the Reasoning Behind My Madness for THE BAR...
My best Italian friend David Rocco states quite clearly in his book Made in Italy that Italians stop daily at the bar on their way home from work. In a word, decompress. I rather think American city-dwelling business folks conquer. Personally I fell in love with the bar in my mid- thirties when TD (for new readers, The Don, husband of 38 years) and I ventured in to the original Oak Bar at The Plaza. We were on a then rare (yes, in those days we
actually stayed home!) weekend away with truest of friends Mary Margaret and Bob (I won’t disclose the nightmare flight, yikes). The environment was just so damn civilized, and conducive to actually enjoying, as opposed to gulping, a finely prepared cocktail and calm, quiet conversation. They ended up having to boot us out so we could make our dinner reservation up the street. Then a decade or so ago, a family trip to Paris further deepened
my love of the bar. We bar fooded and drank our afternoon and evening through The Loveliest of Lovely Hotel Bars. Leaving the Ritz in the rain was NBD. Our spirits could not be dampened! As Always: Drink Responsibly and Avoid Alcohol Consumption while Pregnant.