Friday, July 7, 2017

Le Diplomate

This is the year, the big 2-0. For my birthday, I decided to treat myself to a fancy-schmancy dinner at Le Diplomate, which is famous for being the establishment of choice among Senators and other political people. I brought Diana with me to avoid making a fool of myself when attempting to order food in French, a good choice considering I initially pronounced the name of the restaurant with Spanish phonetics (Di-plo-ma-te, emphasis on all the vowels).

Personally, I'm not the biggest fan of French cuisine, but in the spirit of #trynewthings, I made some culinary decisions that I normally would not have. This turned out to be a mistake with the foie gras, not because I didn't like the taste, but because I felt awfully guilty the entire time knowing the ethically questionable practices of producing fatty duck liver. I was very happy when they took away that plate and brought out the entrees. I had the duck, which I highly recommend, and would eat all the time if it weren't so expensive. I also loved the ratatouille, which, on top of the duck, was incredibly filling. The Caribbean sorbet for dessert was a good way to cleanse all the tastes, and, additionally, we had complimentary blueberry lemon scones for the birthday event. The bill for the meal was unspeakable (for a college student), but someday, I don't know when, I will return to DC, and I will order the duck again. ◊

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