Because our elegant Best Western hotel doesn’t have a restaurant, nor an ATM for that matter, and I am totally intimidated by the D.C. area traffic which leaves me carless until my husband arrives, Jade and I were obliged to seek food and dollars at the Holiday Inn across the street. I’m going to have to assume that my darling husband, no more than I, didn’t know the difference between these hotels. The bus loads at the Holiday Inn were wearing designer shorts and tees and looking pretty energetic after their hot, made to order breakfast.
The restaurant at the Holiday Inn is a TGIF Friday's type, green motif, circular bar, and most everything served in an over flowing basket; sandwiches, burgers with onion rings, fries or both, big pickle wedge, coleslaw and quarter pound buns. It's called O'Malley's Pub.
The waitress was concerned when Jade insisted on a bloody hamburger. Maybe that’s why it wasn’t. A little dry, but really big. I had a “crab cake”.
Our server recommended the brownie ice cream sandwich; a block of vanilla ice cream, between two giant brownies, sprinkled with Oreo cookies and topped with whipped cream. Appalled, I persuaded Jade into having the apple dumpling instead. Lord have mercy!
I am an American and proud of it! That’s why I promise not to complain about the food for my entire stay. I’m sure when my husband arrives with the car, things will get better. Plane just landed