The unraveling layers that unfold with each page diving into dynamics of our country’s societal evolution, our conceptions and misconceptions on love and devotion, the cause and affects of desperation on individuals vs a group. There are so many aspects of human nature that I’m left to ponder.
My tail wags me forward and toe nails click on the kitchen floor as I skulk over to Mom’s bare feet. Lying down, but attentive. I’d drop my head between my paws, but I’d rather smell Baby Girl’s food over the disinfectant mom used to wipe the floors this morning.
When we stepped out of the car, I could feel the liveliness in the pavement beneath my feet and the air I was breathing in. It was warm, sunny, and humid when we first arrived. I’m sure the sounds of distant music and the scent of Louisiana cuisine in the air contributed to this immediate atmospheric shift. I felt transported, and I loved it.
Asian Pearl is one such place I can actually indulge in my cravings and feel satisfied when I leave. More than satisfied, actually. My stomach is usually threatening to pop the button of my jeans by the time I’m done eating.
One day in DC is not enough. We walked around the beautiful town that is borderline pristine for about 6 hours straight and yet, I still wanted to see more.
Green grass perfumes the air as he stands | Dirt caked to dry paws smell earthy and wild | His cold nose touches mine
With so many dishes to impress me, it’s obvious why Sushi Omakase has become a regular stop for me.
Cafe Thyme had a classy atmosphere, with minimalist decor. Though there were a couple dishes and details that could have been better, I still found the place good enough to come again.
Where the heart of the city was – eating cheesesteaks, playing basketball, and listening to music – is also where I felt a sense of community.
I went with the ever-popular choice, Dark Roasted Black Garlic Tonkatsu. One bite, one sip of the soup, and I could see why it was a favorite.