There needs to be a word in the English language that means homesick, but for missing a place that isn’t home, but became home for a short time. I was missing DC a lot this past weekend. Don’t get me wrong; I wanted to come back to Massachusetts for a long time, and I’m very happy we’re back, but there are certainly things I miss about the district. Like throwing Charlie in the sling and walking down the street to Brookville to buy groceries (no carseat required!) or picnicking in the front lawn with our neighbors. We have no trips to DC in the near future, but if we were going to DC next weekend, this is what I would do, assuming of course we could stay in our old stomping ground, Cleveland Park.
I’m assuming we would fly in on a Friday afternoon, which is slightly unrealistic because JetBlue only offers flights from Hartford twice a day, in the morning and late afternoon, but since this is an imaginary itinerary anyway, we can make it work 🙂
As soon as we got in, we’d head over to Cleveland Park and settle in for a bit. I always feel like I need a nap after flying!
We’d pack up a big bag with a blanket, cheese, gluten-free crackers, a small cutting board and knife, grab some cash at the ATM and take the Metro down to the Sculpture Garden for Jazz in the Park. I’d want to be there by 4 p.m. to make sure we got a spot in the shade for Charlie, preferably behind the fountain on the side of the park near the Archives. We’d buy a pitcher of sangria, and I bet Charlie would love the music.
We could walk to the Red Line through Chinatown/Gallery Place, although our options for dinner would be limited with Charlie in tow. Without him, WC and I could sit at the bar at Oyamel and get some small plates and margaritas for dinner, but since we brought the little guy, we may want to just take the Metro home (after stopping at Red Velvet Bakery for a gluten free cupcake) and bring some Pho home. It’s been a long day anyway.
I hate how when you’re actually living your life day-to-day you don’t think to take photos of the seemingly mundane things, and then when they’re not there anymore, you wish you had them. DC has this chain of coffee shops called Firehook, and their flagship location is on Connecticut Ave in Cleveland Park. In the back of the shop (which is very tiny inside; definitely leave your stroller out front), there is an amazing courtyard with grape vines, adirondack chairs, metal tables, and a big fountain in the middle. Anyway, the backdoor to the courtyard was in the alley where our trash dumpster was, so we went there literaly hundreds of times. And I never took a picture. So first thing Saturday morning we would go to Firehook so I could get a large soy spiced chai latte and we would sit in the courtyard and read the Washington Post and I would not forget to take a picture.
I’d want to go to Mon Ami Gabi in Bethesda for lunch because they have the most delicious sandwich specials and decent gluten free bread, which is hard to find anywhere, especially here. Afterwards we’d go to Georgetown Cupcakes to get a dozen gluten free cupcakes to bring back because, even on a Saturday, the line will be much shorter at the Bethesda shop.
If we could get the baby to sleep in the car (ha!), I’d want to drive out to Chrysalis vineyard in Virginia (our favorite!). I’d want to stock up on Rubiana and Sarah’s Patio Red, buy a cheddar ball and sit out on their patio with Charlie.
We would definitely need a nap before dinner, but once we woke up, I’d want to head over to Coppi’s Organic on Connecticut for a delicious plate of gluten-free pasta. Yum!
I miss Sundays in D.C. the most. We would wake up Sunday morning, throw Charlie in a sling, and walk down to the Dupont Farmer’s Market, stopping at Firehook on the way. I would need to remember to pack a cooler to use on the plane, because I would definitely want to bring home some of Chris’ Marketplace gluten free crab cakes and Everona Dairy cheese.
Afterwards, we’d head over to Medium Rare for their bottomless brunch with steak and eggs. They have the most amazing “secret sauce” for their steak, and WC and I also loved their salad dressing. The service is great, but pre-Charlie we loved to sit at the bar 🙂
We would have to go take a nap after brunch, and *maybe* then take a quick walk to the zoo. When we lived there, I pretty much swore off visiting the zoo on weekends (when the lines to get into the panda house are insane!), but as tourists we don’t have the luxury of that choice.
For dinner, if we had time before our flight, I’d want to go to St. Arnolds for their delicious mussels and fries (and aioli!).
Thanks so much for letting me share all of my favorite places (and old instagram memories from) around DC. Can you tell how much we love to go out to eat?! I’m sure we’ll be back soon to visit our amazing family and friends there, and hopefully we’ll have new memories to add. xo