DC at night is a strange creature. It becomes particularly so with the blustery weather we’ve been having lately. As I walked to the Metro from the restaurant, I noted that compared to the day, the city is remarkably empty and lends itself to a bit of romantic musing.
Falling quite in line with such weather, the bar at Central is a good place to continue or begin such musings. Unlike the Ikea-esque dining room, it lends itself to a lone person sitting at the bar to people-watch undetected via the angled, mounted mirror above.
The hearty food I consumed during the meal was certainly sufficient padding to protect against the recent winds or perhaps a French Mistral (though a cassoulet would abet that cause even further). Continue reading




