Tabard Inn

Last time I saw A, we drank a six-pack on my porch at Rocky Point and ordered Domino's. She was wrapping up her internship at the St. Petersburg Times and heading back to her last semester at Northwestern. We'd bonded because she is adorable and sweet and also from Baltimore.

Now she's a full-fledged adult, with a sweet (sweeter than she knows) gig covering technology and politics and living in D.C. We caught up for brunch at the Tabard Inn in DuPont, another fave of C's that I'd been wanting to try.

When you arrive at Tabard - behind SAIS on N Street, in an unlikely place - you feel like glamorous, Gatsby-like people had some wild times there long before you walked through the door. For brunch, the kind waitress helped me choose eggs benedict (remind me to write about my philosophy on this dish one day) and also some "famous" homemade donuts. The benedict was average, with the hollandaise sauce really lacking flavor and quite bland and the ham really not up to par, but the donuts were delicious. If only I liked donuts! While the highlight of brunch certainly was catching up with A, the food was perfectly fine and tasted better because of the Tabard's fabulous atmosphere. I'd like to go back at night and muse over the atmosphere with a Pimm's Cup or a Manhattan or something else that makes me feel like I'm a part of the Jazz Age.