Well, at least some of it; because some days I remember I have a cell phone in my pocket that takes pictures, and on other days I think it’s 1995.
Tuesday:
The name has changed since the opening, from “Spike’s 5 Napkin” to “Spike’s Sunnyside.” And the change works. My egg took orders. It ran, but only when I wanted it to, so there wasn’t a huge yellow puddle on my wrapper where the burger used to be.
Paired it with the Village Fries. They had a little more rosemary than I wanted, but not enough to be disappointing. Actually, what would’ve been perfect would’ve been boardwalk fries. And not those fries made at the food court at The Fashion Centre at Pentagon City. But like fries made at a stand near a body of water, like on a boardwalk, at the ocean.
Anyway, the burger was awesome. It’s like the snack version of a steak and eggs breakfast. Except GSE adds bread, bacon, cheese, and special sauce.
Thursday:
It started with Eggos for breakfast. I know, I know. But I’m not apologizing. There was a problem, though. I opened the box and one looked normal and one looked like a mistake. I tried to toast out the mistake, but nothing changed.
That right there –>, on the right, was the mistake after toasting.
Don’t worry. I didn’t eat it. I don’t hate myself that much. But I also have this thing about throwing out food. So, I stuck this thing in some tupperware and left it in the fridge for a couple days, as if cold air could season the “gross” out of something.*
Later that day, I saw this in the store and just thought it was hilarious.
Friday:
Dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in the city, Little Fountain Cafe.
We had a few things that stood out: Lobster Spring Rolls, Chorizo and Apple Stuffed Quail…
But none of them had a heart wafer, like the Passionfruit Cheesecake.
And yes, I ate that heart wafer without shame or checking over my shoulder to see if any other guys had just left their heart wafer on the plate. I did so because ranking appetite after how eating it would make me look seemed unforgiveable.
Saturday:
This food was made at home. And maybe inspired by stuff I read on posts earlier this week, or maybe inspired by DC’s own Top Chef contestant, Carla, dinner was kept simple. The request was fried chicken and mashed potatoes. A little heavy for V-Day? Maybe. But you do what you’re told, right? So we had some mashed red potatoes, roasted asparagus, cornflake-crusted buttermilk fried chicken, and some sautéed mushrooms atop it all. Here was the chicken as I got ready to plate it.
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*Yes, I did throw it out by the time you read this.
That chicken looks and sounds deeeeeelicious.
It was so good. I actually don’t think the iPhone did it justice.
That chicken looks great. Would you be willing to part with the recipe?
Recipe? Uh…
Where can I find that 7-Up Cake?!?
Also, I keep meaning to head over to Good Stuff Eatery. This might be the final push that gets me there.
It was at the Giant on 9th NW between O and P. And you should definitely head over to Good Stuff.
I am SO glad you threw that Eggo away… if it wasn’t blueberry? It was definitely WRONG.
And that chicken looks a-maz-ing! Recipe?
I dunno what they did to that Eggo. I think they added a pinch of sadness and a sprinkle of failure. And I’ll email you.
Yummmm, that chicken looks amazing. And I went to Good Stuff for the first time today. It was great! I, too, thought the village fries were too rosemary-y, & next time I’ll get plain ones so I can utilize the mayo bar, but all in all, it was as expected, if not better because now you can get any burger in a chicken sandwich instead!
Chicken sandwich? Didn’t know that. That is cool. I like options.