This past Sunday we went to the Beacon Bar and Restaurant in our quest to find the elusive good breakfast place.
We were seated immediately (it was 8:15 so no big surprise there) and asked almost immediately what we wanted to drink. The coffee (which came in a pot all for me) and the tea arrived fairly quickly.
We ordered our breakfast fairly quickly as well, Mark ordered eggs benedict, Robert ordered the French Toast and I ordered 2 eggs over easy. Both my meal and Roberts came with sausage, but they appeared to be two different types of sausage, mine was not bad and I’m not sure what Robert thought of his.
The table was large enough for us to read our morning papers, it was not overly noisy nor were we parked next to anyone (especially anyone reeking of cigarettes).
Robert didn’t particularly care for his French Toast, I didn’t particularly care for my potatoes. I found the prices to be a bit much ($4 for a cup of coffee).
With improved food and a little cheaper prices it might have made the cut. We may return to the Beacon, but not this week.
I took the train up to BWI and was picked up by my best friend from high school, Eric. He lives up in Hamstead, MD very close to Boring, MD… no really.
We drove Friday night into Baltimore to attend a comedy club where one obnoxious drunk guy almost ruined the night for everyone… to be honest the three other drunks with him were also a bit distracting as well, not just to the audience but also to the comedians. The first two comedians were a bit thrown off by the heckler – for lack of a better word – and weren’t that funny, the last guy did manage to have us in stitches.
Saturday morning we woke early and headed to the Renaissance Festival. It has been several years since I’ve been to the Renaissance Festival, and that one was in MN and I was stoned or drunk I’m pretty sure. This was a nice large place with lots to look at and some good entertainment.
Then Eric and I stopped in Arrundel Mills and had lunch and then back to his house for some Battlestar Galactica.
It was nice to spend time with him. He’s finally retired from the Air Force and last time he was in the area for 3 years we saw one another maybe twice, so we’ll try to keep the friendship more active this time.
The second week of our quest it was just me and Mark, Robert had had oral surgery and wasn’t up for solid foods at that point. I had suggested the week before that we go to the Diner, Mark thought that was a good idea so when he showed up on Sunday we headed that way. When we reached 18th street he headed left and I said “No, it’s to the right here”, seems we both meant different diners.
The one Mark was thinking of was actually not open so we headed down to Dupont Circle to eat at Kramerbooks. We stopped at the Grille to look at their menu before taking our seats in Kramerbooks. We knew the waiter so it was a nice sign. We sat outside, it was damp out and our table was rickety.
The food was not bad, but I think overall Kramerbooks lacked the ambiance that we’re used to and the table wasn’t very conductive to reading the newspaper.
The next week Robert was better and we headed up to the Diner that I thought of had a minimum 30 minute wait for a table of three and the line outside leading into the place had several children that looked like they might scream frequently (to be fair, I think most children look that way).
So we headed to the Grille on Dupont Circle. We all three ordered the buffett when the waitress finally came to talk to us. I found the Grille to be a bit expensive for what we got and the service was less than what we are hoping for. It may be a different story if we were to order something other than the buffett, but I don’t know… I had to motion for waitstaff to take our check 3 times before one of them actually did more than nod at me.