"On the weekends, you’ll find a mix of locals, tourists, and Beltway politicians at this Jazz District restaurant, which writer Calvin Trillin famously decreed “the single best restaurant in the world” in 1972. Bryant’s decor hasn’t changed much since Trillin’s visit: a time capsule of Formica, framed newspaper clippings, and greasy floor tiles. The cooking has changed, though. To meet demand, Bryant’s now cubes whole briskets for most of its burnt ends. (To ensure your ends are cut from the brisket point, go with the 3B sandwich.) No matter what you order, top it with a generous splurt of Bryant’s brick-red, distinctively bitter sauce. No one makes a sauce like Bryant’s — whether that’s good or bad is one of the city’s enduring culinary debates." - Liz Cook
