“Hello, my name is Kevin.”
Did you guys know that the Hotel Monaco will provide you with a goldfish for the duration of your stay? A friend of ours in town for a convention introduced us last night to Kevin, her goldfish-for-the-week.
The Monaco used to be a Post Office, and housed Samuel Morse’s first telegraph.
This has been your random history lesson for the day.
It also has what I think is one of the coolest bar spaces in DC, Poste’s courtyard terrace. Surrounded on all sides by the hotel’s belle epoque facade, open to the sky, chill music – very relaxing.
Do the goldfish come with names, or do you get to name them? (Yes, that’s what my brain comes up with to ask.)
I actually did know this, but did YOU know that Poste has some of the best fries in the city? I’m sure they call them pomme frits and charge a ton for them but I don’t know because I don’t care – I’ll pay whatever they ask for this little morsels of goodness, served in a paper cone set in a cool holder.