Every year the little lady and I celebrate our anniversary by getting away for a few days. Last year we went to Oz. This year we decided to be a little more tame. We went to DC.
Have we been there a gazillion times? Sure. Without the kids and/or grandkids? Never.
Here are the highlights of our four-day trip in no particular order. Pics and details below.
- We had dinner at St. Anselm in Union Market. Best steak I ever ate — full stop. Named after St. Anselm of Canterbury.
- We went to Sunday worship services at the National Cathedral. Breathtaking! Episcopal service was lovely and everyone was welcoming. Parking is free on Sundays.
- I went for a 3.5 mile walk/run from the hotel down to the Washington Monument, the WWII Memorial and the Lincoln Memorial. Ran down with the phone stowed away so I could experience everything fully, then got out the phone and took pics on the job/walk back.
- Toured the National Archive — saw the Declaration of Independence, Constitution and Bill of Rights. If you don’t get chills your American is broke.
- Had lunch at 2 Sisters Deli. A Chinese family culturally appropriating traditional NY-style Jewish deli sandwiches — fast, cheap and A+. I love America.
- Toured the Smithsonian Air & Space museum. I was a model rocket nerd as a kid (Richmond Vikings NAR #25374) and I am a lifelong Trekkie. We saw the original Starship Enterprise and lots of cool rockets — including the Aerobee and the WAC Corporal (all three of which I’ve modeled in scale but never seen up close).
- Had Ben & Jerry’s ice cream down at the wharf.
- Drove Embassy Row at night looking at the buildings all lit up.
- Shopped our brains out at Potomac Mills.
- Ate breakfast at Firehook Bakery. Coffee, bagels and baked goods that were dead bang on the bulls-eye.
- On the way home we stopped at Squash-a-Penny Junction in Doswell. Really interesting and quirky general store converted into an antique joint that’s so packed you can barely walk through it sideways. Limited hours.
- Didn’t have time to get down to Souk on Capitol Hill. Too bad — I love everything about this place. There’s always next time.