There’s an oddity in Wheaton, MD: A Scottish-themed bar. Though the theme is about as far as it goes. The only thing Scottish about the food is that all the dishes have names like “The Nessie Fish and Chips” and so on.
I’m routinely hard on the faux-Irish pub phenomenon that so consumes the American bar culture. It’s one of those things where, when confronted by the legion of faux-Irish pub apologists, I always end up pitching into an argument. Largely because they, those mad zealots, insist that certain pubs in the DC area are “authentic” Irish […]
Okay, fine, now I feel compelled to balance out my hateful review of 8047, thanks to that post’s impassioned commenter. Though my mental image of the person who wrote that comment is of a villain from an episode of Columbo. You know the type: The wealthy, arrogant brother-in-law with the goatee who’s always dressed like […]
There’s something to be said for eating at the bar. But there’s a certain way to go about it.
I’ve started collecting a file of dives and unique bars in the suburban DC area, because that’s the sort of thing you do when you don’t own a TV. Though, for the last week, I was house and dog sitting in Rockville and staring vacantly at the big wide screen TV in the living room.