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Friday, July 20, 2007

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My only complaint about Biscuitville is that the hours are entirely too limited. This one, on Robinhood Road, closes down at something like 2 pm, when I could eat breakfast in place of lunch AND dinner.

In DC, there used to be a wonderful place called Au Pied du Cochon. (Vitaly Yurchenko defected back to the USSR from there, I'm not kidding, escaping his CIA handlers in the bathroom and walking right up Wisconsin Avenue to the Soviet compound. And in the early 90s, in a village halfway around the world, I learned from a four-day old USA Today that Au Pied du Cochon had been gutted by fire, which was quite surreal to read.) Anyway, in addition to amazing cafe au lait, they served Eggs Benedict

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY,
SEVEN DAYS A WEEK,
365 DAYS A YEAR.
Swoon.

They came with ratatouille and pommes frites, aka fries. Friends, I am here to tell you that salty fries dipped in Hollandaise sauce is, no exaggeration, heaven on earth.
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