Looking for lunch in all the wrong places
Since the snow had come down reasonably heavy last night, I figured before heading out to find some food, I should call—just to double check. I called a little Mediterranean restaurant nearby, and asked the simple question: “Are you open?” The answer came back “yes.” Alas, it was not to be so simple. My roommate and I set out on the 1/4 mile trek to the place, only to find out that when they said “open,” they meant that they were open for dinner, not lunch.
Instead, we turned around, and walked the mile or so to Clarendon, and end up going to a small Irish pub for lunch. The food was good, but it definitely quadrupled the distance. In the mean time, I was able to take some more photographs and enjoy the weather. The roommate left for DC, and I headed back to the house.
When I arrived back at the house, I found an Arlington County finally plowing the street I live on. Unfortunately, the truck—with chains, no less—was stuck trying to turn around, and took 10 minutes to work their way out of the snow. This is silly, since there wasn’t that much snow on the ground, perhaps 8” max, and only reenforces the belief that nobody around here can deal with snow.
Fortunately, all this gave me a chance to take some pictures, which I have put up on Flickr.
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