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Busboys And Poets

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 10:47:53 -0500

Well, we are certainly glad we made the cut on Samantha Brown's list! Thanks for blogging about the show and what places Samantha was covering!

Bethesdaist

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:18:59 -0500

No visit to DC is complete without a vist to The Crucible, the District's only public dungeon. Not to mention its conveniently located near the new baseball stadium!

iAManugget

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:15:55 -0500

I'm suprised she didn't hit up 1223

McGillicuddy

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:14:07 -0500

i just got done looking through the Samantha Brown photo galleries and have to concur - i'd slip her the ferret.

monkeyrotica

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:49:12 -0500

No visit to DC is complete without a stop at Love, where you can linger with Puffy over a Remy Martin and Coke, shake your moneymaker with the finest skanks on the eastern seaboard, get into a girlfight over some heffer's boyfriend, and have someone slip you a mikey before you get shot at trying to hail a cab. A more authentic DC experience can not be had outside the city jail's drunk tank. Mmmmmm...Samantha Brown in booty shorts.

dumbek

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:33:57 -0500

No visit to The Crew Club?

thatgirl

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 09:00:47 -0500

I've never understood people's fascination with Union Station, especially the restaurants. I mean, it's pretty, at first glance, but then you smell the homeless people, get ripped off at the restaurants, and have to deal with high school tour groups. No thanks.

monkeyrotica

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 08:12:48 -0500

You have to remember that this show is geared towards two audiences: cornfed midwesterners who'd be happy just to find a bidet without a turd in it, and unemployed thirtysomething bums who have no intention of ever leaving their parents' couch, let alone the funds to do so. Those restaurants are tame and mainstream and Baedeker-friendly, just the way they likes it. Besides, who the hell wants Hard Rock Cafe-clad touristas loitering around Central? That joint's packed enough as it is. It's bad enough with the swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into the queues and, if you're not at your table, spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine. And every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big, fat, bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. "Bohemian poetry event?" HA! Is that what I walked in on at Busboys & Poets? I thought it was a bunch of hiptard mental patients reading their hospital charts and calling it "poetry."

registeringsucks

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 02:18:57 -0500

Loreal Plassa!!!two

monkeyrotica

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 18:54:00 -0500

Still, no doubt many of you watching tonight will have suggestions for the places Brown really should have gone -- leave 'em in the comments. Two word: MY PANTS. I likes me some Samantha Brown. Rowr.