Mi Cocina, a Tex Mex restaurant chain with eighteen restaurants in Texas proper, has an emphasis is on “fresh” and “handmade.”. The brand new Chevy Chase location unveiled their legacy greatest hits in a dinner on Monday. Dining in the gorgeous, high-ceilinged party room, sun shining in through walls of pane glass, wasn’t a bad way to kick off the week.
If you’re in Franklin Square waiting on a food truck to make your lunch, you may glance at this but now won’t have to wonder what the story is behind the boarded, brick Franklin School. Dreamed up by architect Adolf Cluss and opened in 1865, this pre-20th century monolith presented a dreamy gingerbread house style exterior to the District while inside there were wide open spaces, sunlight and prominent ventilation (starting to sound like your ideal apartment?)
In the shadow of the DC Court of Appeals (or the National Building Museum, depending on the time of day) is a tribute so subtle, you might mistake it for a simple park. Three acres of space lined with cube-trimmed trees at Judiciary Square hold two rows of curving marble walls. Fierce adult lions and small lion cubs are perched atop these walls.
The ironwork of the Woodward & Lothrop building was repainted in 2011, changing it from uniform army green to a mix of colors as lovely as a field of wildflowers. Standing out among grey, squat monoliths, the façade’s origin, stamped across metal, is the Snead & Co. Iron Works, all the way from Jersey City, NJ.
Oysters seem right for Tel’Veh. Right as you walk in, you’ll spot the nautical rope accents over the bar and coppery columns that look shipped straight from a sunken pirate’s booty. The Mount Vernon wine bar and cafe steered its rudder in the direction of oysters, its new specialty. Tel’Veh hosted its first monthly Oyster Class this week.
Ben Gibbard walked on the stage unannounced. A guitar slung around his body, he was accompanied by silence, singing “Shepherd’s Bush Lullabye” from his new solo album “Former Lives.”. Not one to deny his fans their favorites, he strummed into Death Cab for Cutie’s “St Peter’s Cathedral” to much applause.
These are dreamy music makers. Beyond dreamy, Requiem for a Dream dreamy. A mess of insanely well-modulated vocals, viola, upright bass, harp, piano and drums, Jaggery produces delicate tunes that leave you somewhere you weren't quite expecting to be.
On Thursday night, foreigners invaded the United States' capital city: British bands Keane and the Mystery Jets played at the Strathmore last week. (Yes, ok, it was Bethesda and not Washington DC.) There was some confusion as to where the band stood, lead singer Tom Chaplin confessed: We're trying to work out exactly where we are."
There is no way to prepare for the tUnE-yArDs if you have not heard them before. An alternative sound project of one Merrill Garbus, you'll just have to listen to the band as you read along. Garbus walked on stage at the 9:30 club.
Radiohead's very much sold out show at the Verizon Center (and everywhere else, for that matter) has got everyone here at BYT in a tizzy. We've had to buck so many amazing Sunday invitations off our back because we'll all be doing autistic freak dances with Thom Yorke and arguing over which special-edition Japanese Amnesiac D-side is the most depressingly awesome.
Ah, the gentle "La Sera." Katy Goodman of Brooklyn outfit "Vivian Girls" took her first stab at songwriting at her parents' house in Ridgewood, NJ while the Vivian Girls were on break from touring. A year and two albums later, Goodman's East Coast tour came to the Red Palace in DC.
On Sunday, Lee Ranaldo and his new band ("The Lee Ranaldo Band") kicked the night off for M. Ward. A few songs in, a guy in the audience shouted, "What's the band name?" Ranaldo did not hear, or maybe just did not want to answer. It's a fair question for the younger kids.
by BYT's Oxford trained memeologist Marie Formica It may be a cool 57° in the District today, but the political climate in America is pretty hot right now. The 2012 election cycle is in full tilt, President Obama endorsed gay marriage and Congress is still deadlocked over, well, everything.
I was born in the 80s. I remember riding my Huffy bike in the summer, Duncan Sheik's "Barely Breathing" pouring through the over-ear headphones hooked up to my FM equipped Walkman. I remember the song played on 95.1 WAYV in mom's car during fall, winter and spring (it won a BMI award for most played song of that year).
Often low or buried under layers of distortion-heavy guitar and bass, singer Chris Kelly slipped in mesmerizing, repetitive lyrics like, "Wait all day, all day I wait," the opening lyrics to their album released that night, "Mean Tom."
