I love food. This, of course, is glaringly obvious to anyone who has known me more than five minutes...well, hopefully a little longer than that. I wax nostalgic about Texas food, dream about touring America's ballparks simply for their culinary offerings, and bake boozy cupcakes (need to get back on that bandwagon, by the way - coworkers have actually been stopping by, asking where the cupcakes have gone. Do they actually appreciate them, or are they just out for an afternoon sugar rush and anything will do...I'm guessing option #2, but I'll humor them). I tend to gaze adoringly at desserts, often without even thinking about it, and I'll order the mystery meat charcuterie platter in a Parisian café without giving it a second thought.
Here inside the Beltway, Washingtonian magazine annually entices the area population with a 100 Best Restaurants list, which covers not just D.C. but a chunk of Northern Virginia and a slice of Maryland that hangs out north of city. Now, the list is completely subjective, and I wouldn't be surprised if several of the restaurants shell out some key dollars and over-the-top meals to the five Washingtonian employees who dictate their presence and position on the list. However, I'm a sucker for it, and since most of the recommendations showcase an actual experience at the restaurant, I'll take it for what it's worth and try out at least a few. I even have a +1 in these food adventures in Dana, she of the NYC dining scene who loves food almost as much as I do.