“You can Build your own Bloody Mary!” That phrase was enough to convince me to get out of bed on a Sunday, brave the sweltering heat with a hangover, and hop on the Metro one stop up to Columbia Heights, to the new restaurant aptly (if not creatively) named The Heights.
Given that The Heights is part of the EatWellDC “empire” (Grillfish, Logan Tavern, Merkado Kitchen) it’s possible their bloody mary menu is a feature at their other restaurants. Given that brunch is a concept my lazy self loves in theory if not in practice, I wouldn’t know. But it was just the thing to save my soul. I went for a mix of Absolut Peppar, spicy tomato juice, lime juice, and a hunk of cucumber. I would definitely return to sample one with salty beef broth. The combinations seemed endless. Revive AND fortify yourself!
While munching down on a decadent overkill of crab cake eggs benedict, I was filled in on the rapid development of Columbia Heights by two friends who live there. Sure, I could get my scoop from everyone’s favorite Petworth resident, but I just can’t abide his grammatical mistakes.
(sorry Wayan, couldn’t resist the joke!)
The last time I was at the intersection of 14th and Kenyon it was ages ago to go to a play at the Tivoli, which was then surrounded by massive holes in the ground. Now those holes are mostly completed buildings. Frankly, it just looks like New Clarendon to me. We spent some serious time debating whether there was anything wrong with that (see an earlier take on the neighborhood’s development controversy).
As we were debating the pros and cons of gentrification, a woman lurched into the patio area and made a lunge at my friend’s purse. Deflected, she then got in my face and asked for change. Her eyes were bleary and bloodshot. No comprehension, no connection. Devoid and numb. The ghost of a neighborhood past. And suddenly an article about a slothful girl and her decadent brunch became embarrassing to complete.