Tuesday, December 27, 2005

belga café

Hope everybody had a nice holiday whatever whatever you celebrate. I did attend church with the Momz on Christmas and had an incredibly awkward experience not belonging there (oh! just like life!) though there was a special EngRish highlight where after the mass during the eating in the church basement festivities included the priest taking the mike and saying, "Happy Jesus!.... Birthday!!" Oh, those funny Koreans.

Anyways, I'm going to write some more about food. Because it provides me with much happiness. If I were at a Chinese restaurant, apparently, this would be called Double Happiness. And it would include like.. pork, chicken, water chestnuts and some sort of brown sauce. But Double Happiness this is not!

I seem to do more fooding in DC than in New York. This might be true. Because I tend not to go to fun places by myself and instead hurry home to my brooklyn burrow after work and eat some old pasta or hummus and watch tv and grow blobbier ... but visiting! That's different! You're obligated to eat, drink, be merry!

A weekend or two ago, I was in DC visiting some friends. We had planned on brunching at Eastern Market on Capital Hill, because they're supposed to have great pancakes there. And my only request for the weekend was.. "PANCAKES!" Eastern Market is this outdoors market full of a jumble of stuff, stalls for food and clothes and knick-knacks and even rugs with tanks on them and I got to try out a Tibetan singing bowl. (Wow, that was a really poorly constructed sentence, like made out of Tonka tools and lincoln logs.) They have a food corner with all sorts of goodies like NC bbq .. BUT they do not serve brunch on Sundays. THUS, no pancakes.

But somebody positively brilliant steered us towards Belga Café, a few blocks away. And it is my FAVORITEST PLACE EVER IN THE WORLD!!!!!

Because they have everything wonderful that I love. Waffles. Pommes frites. Desserts. Fabulous coffee. Even Lambique beer that tastes like magical raspberry juice, though I did not partake in any that day.

The inside is rather all clean lines and lots of light and Euro-hip with the clientele verging more on the not-very-young, (comparatively) sophisticated side, but the service is nice and just look at the food! I had plain belgian waffles which was crispy and light and fluffy and came drizzled in brown sugar, a drizzle of syrup, fresh whipped cream and some raspberries. Sublime. I also split a plate of scrambled eggs with fresh herbs, english muffin and potatoes and the table split a few orders of belgian fries which were nicely not too oily and crispy. All for that necessary balance in life called Salty & Sweet.

During the course of brunch, I also had four cups of strong Illy coffee. And made our waiter think that I had been drinking a different sort of drink because I was acting all strange and happy-like. Chuh.

A friend had a savory waffle with goat cheese and oh, I forget, but isn't it pretty?

And you can't leave without dessert. This was a sampler of creme brulées. Vanilla, chocolate, and pumpkin with raspberry coulis. The sugar brulée was perfectly crunchy. Lovely lovely lovely!
And though I say I never go fooding in New York, I must report that yesterday included a near robyn-style full-day excursion with stops for shwarma and falafel at Mamouns, almost tortuosly thick hot chocolate at Jacques Torres Chocolate Haven, some ginger snaps and a chestnut-honey madeleine (their best!) at Sweet Melissa's Patisserie on Houston (an offshoot a Brooklyn fav.), a pitstop at Jamba Juice, and then some tea and scones at Alice's Tea Cup. To put up the front that we were in the city for reasons other than food was a half hour visit to the Met Museum which closed on us and some time browsing the Strand with their usually skinny clientele. We should have brought them with us and fed them things.
The end! Eat nice things! Because the rest of the world is depressing!


Robyn said...

I heard that Washington DC sucks. But it can't! With the...waffle! Uughgh! (I've been to DC before, although not lately.)
I've wanted to try Sweet Melissa's! It's weird that I haven't seen it considering how often I walk in that area...but I'm either blind or I haven't gone lately (a bit of both). I shall check it out soon.
...oh wait, I'm getting fatter. :( It's so sad when you try on pants that are supposed to be big and they're not because you've become preggers by eating too many chocs! (sniff)

Mosh said...

All I have to say about DC is Zaytinya.

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