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Welcome back to Overheard in D.C., DCist’s weekly column of funny, strange, and poignant things that our readers and staff overhear and send in. We’ve been doing it since 2006, so check out the archives here.
The D.C. restaurant scene has really exploded in recent years, with lots of new options. The city’s foodies really seem to be up on what’s new and trendy.
Overheard of the Week
Monday at the Eastern Market Chipotle location during lunchtime rush :
Middle-aged man: “Get me some of the green cheese”
Employee behind the counter grabs a handful of cheese.
Man: “No, no!”
Employee drops the cheese
Man: “The GREEN cheese”
Employee picks up cheese again.
Man: “No! The GREEN CHEESE!” He points to the guacamole.
Employee rolls her eyes and puts a load of guac on his bowl.
After the jump, dummies, more foodies, and bros.
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The shame
At the Black Cat Sunday night:
A couple meets up with a male friend in the crush near the stage.
Friend, yelling over the music: “Hey! Did you go to Ben’s Chili Bowl?”
Woman, yelling yet horrified: “Oh my God, yes! Can you smell it on us?”
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Yeah, no shit
In an office on Tuesday morning:
Coworker who moved to D.C. from Texas to another coworker: “My husband and I went to the National Mall to watch the fireworks and took the Metro subway home. It was so crowded we were LITERALLY touching other people!”
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He has a point
At the Blaguard on a Friday at 11 p.m.:
Australian guy in his late 20s to a late-20s girl: “‘Good guys’ is totally relative. There’s a strip club in Glover Park called Good Guys, most likely not filled with good guys.”
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This lady knows what’s up
Tuesday afternoon at the Glover Park post office:
An elderly Georgetown woman is chatting with the employee manning the register.
Elderly woman: “Know who else died to young? That Amy Winehouse. She was really a great jazz musician.”
Employee: “Uh hmm…”
Elderly woman: “And what’s with that Bieber kid? He’s horrible and everyone likes him. Ok, I’m off for today.”
Lady leaves, walks off across the street to Whole Foods.
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He hasn’t even been there!
Lunchtime at Whole Foods near George Washington University:
Two male GW students, probably freshmen, are eating at a table inside.
One of guys to other, speaking with a know-it-all tone and attitude: “I’m just not a big fan of Neil deGrasse Tyson anymore, and I mean that in the colloquial sense. He just talks about theories…”
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More foodies
At Northside Social in Arlington:
Girls in their mid-20s are chatting.
Girl 1: “Have you guys ever gone to Le Diplomate?”
Girls: “No, where is that?”
Girl 1: “Over on 14th Street somewhere?”
Girl 2: “Oh yeah, I’ve heard about that place. It’s really fancy?”
Girl 1: “Yeah, it is really fancy! I mean, they have their own matchboxes!”
Girl 2: “Oh my God, you know a place is fancy when they hand out actual matchboxes!”
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Broshington, D.C.
Tuesday evening on Pennsylvania Avenue in front of the Treasury Department:
Two 20-something bros in khakis and dress shirts are talking. Three (barely) older women dressed in business attire pass immersed in conversation.
Bro 1: “Well-dressed MILFs talking fiscal years in front of Treasury. That’s why I love D.C.”
Bro 2: “Seriously hot.”
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Don’t even get me started on Groundskeeper Willie
Late in the afternoon at K Street and Franklin Square with a few hours until the Scottish independence vote closes:
Group of six 20-somethings in office attire are talking.
One young woman to another: “I’ve been watching the Scottish election coverage and I can never go to Scotland. I mean, those accents. I would be whoring it up big time there.”
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Yes, please go looking for it
Sunday evening standing in line for the doors for Jack White at Merriweather Post Pavilion:
A guy in his early 20s is talking to girl around the same age.
Guy: “Have you heard of U Street Music Hall?”
Girl: “Sounds familiar. But not really.”
Guy: “I want to go. I’m not sure where it is though. Arlington, I think. Definitely Northern Virginia.”
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It’s some kind of ravenous monster
At the Cleveland Park Metro station:
Possible tourist inserts paper ticket into gate with exact fare. Walks over to station manager: “The thing gobbled my ticket!”
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