Scrolling through my pictures today, I realized that I never wrote my review of District Commons in DC back in September! What a travesty. As a food blogger I’m slipping a little. But the fine people at DC shouldn’t fret. I’m at least 8 posts behind, and that’s just the food blog. The Homes blog and the Marketing blog are in a serious state of abandon right now. But I digress because if you are still reading this, you are interested in the food.
District Commons was actually our second choice on the morning. We were looking for a good brunch place, and the one we wanted to go to (the name escapes me) was packed. But being the resourceful foodies with iPhones that we are, we found our way to District Commons.
The large, incredibly well-lit restaurant took up the bottom floor of a DC office building…the type of space I feel is usually reserved for a bank or a lobby. It was uncrowded on a Sunday afternoon, and we were shown to our booth; with a convenient view of the Skins game for Aunt Sue.
We started the morning with some drinks…bloody Mary for me, beers for everyone else, and then turned our attention to the interesting looking pretzel baguette. It was as if a German baker and French baker decided to combine expertise and produce this hybrid Germench bread with the crispness and saltiness of a pretzel on the outside and the soft fluffiness of a baguette on the inside. Of course we know the French bakers would never do something like combine with the Germans, but hey, it’s nice to think.
While powering through the second loaf, my hash arrived. What can I say…I’m a sucker for a good hash. And this was a good hash. Instead of the usual corned beef, it was melt in your mouth tender braised beef shortribs, with some creamy Yukon gold potatoes and a couple of sunnyside up eggs that made a nice little sauce when the yolks were broken and flowed out onto the plate. It was a hearty, savory meal with the only thing missing being a bit more red pepper and onion to give it a touch of that sweetness that I think would have brought it all together (I like a 50/50 pepper and onion to potato in my hash).
Before leaving, we had to take a look at the dessert menu, and what should catch my eye, but Boston Cream Pie. I know I wasn’t in Boston, and I know I really shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. And I’m glad a didn’t. The cake was light and fluffy. The cream not too sweet and not too heavy. And the chocolate provided a perfect balance that wasn’t too much for me but still satisfied the chocolate craving of those that sampled a bite or two.
We thoroughly enjoyed the meal, from the quality of the food to the openness of the room. For a last minute find, District Commons definitely delivered the goods, and has convinced me that any restaurant that has “common” in the name is worth trying (see also Clyde Common in Portland).