MegB convinced me to splurge on a trip to Washington, D.C. the week before I started my grown-ass nursing job. It didn't take much convincing because I love people in D.C. My complete list of things I wanted to do while I was there: 1. Go to Shake Shack, 2. Go to Spa World.
Megan's one request: Go to Rose's Luxury.
I wasn't 100% convinced that we needed to eat at this fancy-schmancy restaurant where President Obama had his birthday dinner, but I was willing to force myself to eat there. It was quite a sacrifice. I also read this Bon Appétit article, and fell in love a little with the concept of restaurant happiness.
And, y'all, you can feel it. It's for real.
The people who work here here appear to be happy, and the guests are happy, and the place is happy. Shooooo, that's a lot of happiness.
The pasta above was one of my top two favorite courses. Yes, we ordered one of errrr-thang.
The other course we had was a corn crème brûlée topped with blueberries. I CAN'T EVEN. GAH. It tasted like sweet, creamy corn milky-ness with a crunchy, sugary top. Then when you eat it the blueberries burst in your mouth. I CAN'T EVEN. Did I say that already?
I'm inspired to add more vegetables [is corn still considered a vegetable? I think it is?] to my desserts.
Our server was Patrick. He was fantastic. Plus he brought us a third [we needed THREE desserts? YASSSSS!] dessert of birthday cake ice cream with candles. Loved it.
Why would I do it?
Because everything was, well, awesome.
Even the bathrooms.