Sarah E. Moffett

Hear ye, hear ye, the bar tender(ess) with the mostest has resurfaced. Two months ago, I pulled up a chair at Penn Quarter’s beloved Rasika and promptly experienced one of the most disappointing cocktail hours of my life. Instead of receiving one of Gina Chersevani’s, their well known bartender, copyrighted masterpieces, a pear and vanilla […]

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Now there’s something you don’t hear everyday. But then Café 8 isn’t your everyday restaurant. It’s you’re any day restaurant.
Thursday night I arrived at its doors destitute and hungry. In other words, lawyered-out. Café 8 posted week day hours until 10 p.m. We walked in at 9:30 p.m. They happily seated us by a roaring […]

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2007 was boring. Really boring. There was a 10,000 mile book tour, a handful of road races, in and out of the car, falling in love with Kerouac and Vonnegut, approximately $1,050 in parking tickets, drinks in Monte Carlo and the train jumping debacle, two car accidents, losing mucho dinero in Vegas to those impossible […]

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“Think globally-eat locally” is the slogan of one of Old Town Alexandria’s best restaurants. And since this particular restaurant (a) has a literary based name, and (b) did not kick me out, I am sharing one of my favorite Old Town secrets. Bilbo Baggins.
Walking into the restaurant off Queen Street, you would never expect the […]

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On Saturday night, I was kicked out of a restaurant. This was a new experience for me seeing as I generally tend not to initiate food fights with the bread basket, return dishes to the kitchen eighteen times, or climb on top of the bar to reenact choice scenes from Coyote Ugly. The reason is […]

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Washington, D.C. was beautiful on Saturday. Serenely gorgeous. The wind kept the trees in constant motion, the heat took a hiatus for the shockingly cool temperatures of 67 degrees, and the world stood in awe as breakfast was, for once, quickly obtained at Mancini’s. It was blissful in light of the previous week’s “joyful” legal […]

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Minneapolis, MN
Minneapolis. Home of the world’s cleanest streets, biggest t-shirts, and craziest cats. And my brother. Hello built in tour guide. Or something like that. Upon arrival, he introduced me to his world. This would mean the sans humid 70’s of beautiful Uptown Minneapolis, and his bohemian cool friends, which I am taking […]

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