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APPETIZERS
New England Clam Chowder
Soup of the Day
Wedge Salad
Iceberg Lettuce, Diced Tomatoes, Bacon, Blue Cheese Crumbles & Blue Cheese Dressing
Caesar Salad
House Salad
Mixed Greens, Romaine, Tomatoes, Cucumbers & Homemade Ranch Dressing
Simple Greens Salad
ENTREES
Nathans Signature Flat Iron Steak
Served in a Skillet with Diced Potatoes, Red Peppers, Onions, Zucchini,
Squash, Mushrooms & Broccolini
Steamed Mussels
Prepared in a Garlic & White Wine Broth
Home-Style Roasted Chicken
Mashed Potatoes, Julienne Carrots & Broccolini
Chef Lore’s Meatloaf
Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans & Gravy
Fettuccini Alfredo
Our Signature for Three Decades
DESSERT
Bread Pudding
Vanilla Ice Cream & Rum Sauce
Carrot Cake
Topped with Cream Cheese Frosting
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Swimming in Quicksand;
A Daily Journal of Survival
By Carol Joynt
carol@nathansgeorgetown.com
FRIDAY, JULY 3 ... Did a run on the grocery store this evening. It was crowded. People banging their carts into each other's, blocking aisles, uttering "excuse me" in a snippy tone. Oy. With everything else today I was practically in tears. In fact, at the check out, I had the impulse to step out into the middle of the throng and simply shriek. I stood there not doing it but imagining myself doing it. Screaming at the tops of my lungs. "Help!!"
But then the nice check out lady asked, "cash or credit" and I snapped - well, snapped back into placid, hide it, keep it all inside, maintain the status quo reality.
It is a beautiful day and my son played hooky with me and we caught "Public Enemy," and liked it a lot. Gangsters, guns, good guys defeating the bad guys - so unlike real life - and great clothes and cars. And it didn't make me cry.
I wish you a Happy Fourth. Independence Day. It shouldn't make me so Godawful sad but it does.
THURSDAY, JULY 2 ... Friends ask me if Oyamel can be as good as I say it is, can it really be worth the traffic and the impossible parking? Yes. Yes. I returned this evening with my good buddy Sally Hosta, visiting from Middleburg. Sally is a widow, too, and I point that out because we widows need to be a union! Heh heh. We've also been friends for a zillion years and our husbands were good friends, too. For a decade we lived a few miles apart out in the "hunt country."
We sat outside under one of the pretty red umbrellas and, of course, it poured like a monsoon, because that seems to happen every night I go out these days, particularly when we sit outside. (Though tonight no man fed his dogs steak and fish). Sally and I stuck it out in the rain for a while but finally gave up, sopping wet, and retreated to the indoors.
Here are a couple of pics from our feast that included the Oyamel Margarita, the Guacamole made table side, which we followed with Gaspacho Salad, Shredded Beef Tacos and Scallops seared in a spicy sauce of pumpkin seeds.
What's lovely about the Oyamel margarita is that rather than ringing the glass with salt they top the ice cold lime juice, Triple Sec and Tequila with a salted foam, which tastes like ocean air.
Otherwise, spent part of the day with dear Katy DeBeouf at Christophe getting my roots hidden. It had been two months and I was beginning to scare people! I can't afford the hair color, but I can't afford not to do the hair color, especially with a Q&A coming up next week. I've given up Christophe himself, but I can't give up Katy. The TV lights make my roots look like zebra stripes. Katy is an artist of hair color, btw. An absolute master of the high light and the low light and five variations of blond and light brown.
After my morning at Christophe off to La Chaumiere to meet two other good buddies, Aubrey Sarvis and Bill McPherson, for a pre-July 4th lunch. Aubrey's treat. I had summer salad and steamed mussels. The fellas had sauteed skate wing. We shared Chocolate and Grand Marnier souffles for dessert. Chaumiere is delightful on a hot and humid summer day. It's an escape into the cool shade. While we were there a sink hole occurred across the street in front of the Four Seasons Hotel - five feet deep - and the police closed M where it merges into Pennsylvania Avenue. All kinds of havoc, but, again, calm inside Chaumiere.
Yes, I worked out today (Exorcist steps) and worked, too, but why bore you with that? My lunch with Black Op on Tuesday was good, but prompted a process that is still playing out. The holiday gives a little pause. We hope to get away, but who knows? Part of me wants to get out of town, and part of me wants to lock myself inside the house and push the furniture against the door. Do you know that feeling?
Stress factor today: 8 on a scale of 10. We have rent coming up July 15th and, well, I repeat: 8 on a scale of 10. Jon and I barely get paid these days. Its crazy. My health insurance got yanked for a few days but now its back. Thank goodness. All our suppliers have us on C.O.D. Phew. What a way to live an adult life. This is why hair dye was invented. But, on the bright side, for the moment I have no roots, my darling boy and I had a good time watching a little TV together tonight, its a beautiful evening, the windows are open, I have a wonderful family, amazing friends and a business beloved by the community it serves.
WEDNESDAY, JULY 1 ... Tonight was sistahs and son night at Nathans. Two of my dearest BFF's, Myra Moffett and Rachel Pearson, met me for drinks and dinner and, toward the latter part, we were joined by my son. Let's see, there were some vodka drinks, and a bottle or two of Hippolyte Sancerre, salads, pasta, grilled chicken, ice cream, and maybe a wee more drinks. Don't ask me. I can't tell you. Hard for me to know. Summer, I guess. Sistah-hood. One of us departed to meet a lover. Another to to go to a party, Myra and I hung a little longer to talk about how great life can be - thanks to friendship. So, here are some pics that show my point of view, including, lastly, what makes Nathans so great, simply making out at the bar:
EARLIER...Welcome to July. All the coolest
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JULY 9 AT THE Q&A CAFE: JANE STANTON HITCHCOCK
