That someone would be me. Dang we've walked a lot. The coupe de grace was National Zoo today - probably the most plebian of our activities. We walked so much I didn't have the strength to drag myself to the gift shop. And that's saying something. Dear Washington D.C., I have fueled your local economy. You're welcome.
Here are my tourist tips:
- The restrooms in the Hirshhorn are nicer than those in the Museum of Natural History.
- The concessions at the National Zoo are horrifyingly horrifying. Take your lunch.
- Teaism serves breakfast, lunch and dinner. This is not nearly often enough.
- There is a dearth of Obama chotchkies. I was hoping to take home all manner of whatnot to the friends back home. Instead they'll get slightly used metro passes.
- Since you will have already used the facilities at the Hirshhorn, you can spend your extra time at Natural History oggling the scientists in the fossil lab. Do not miss this.
- Blue Mercury in Bethesda is a fine place for an emergency brow wax and restaurant recommendation.
- What we should have done in Bethesda is get the dipping bread thingy at Panang, gone for sushi at Raku and finished up with tapas at Jaleo. It is impossible to chose just one without some measure of remorse.
- Although there are 5 million Starbucks, you will notice that they are all on the wrong side of the street when you are desparate for a cup of coffee. It will inevitably be rush hour when this happens.
That about does it. Obviously, food and facilities are our specialty. We have strong feelings about our local restaurants and will go on and on about them if asked. We know where to send you for coffee, or seafood, or pizza, or ice cream, or Anything Dear Lord as Long as It's Fried. Which is why we were stunned, STUNNED, when a woman in a visitor information center had no idea about the local restaurants. And Chris wonders why I get my brows waxed. The facial torture technician rattled off half a dozen restaurants - with modifiers such as "so-so," "not bad" and "fantastic." This makes it all the more convincing, knowing she's not a Yes Girl.
So many restaurants, so little time. We'd love to stay, but our chickens miss us and it is time to go.
There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
(tap tap tap)