"When Capitol Hill feels like you’re trapped in a swirling vortex of bad karaoke covers, chipped pint glasses, and food cart smoke, a late-night pie at Dino’s will restore your faith. In the old-school pizzeria darkness, there’s a balance of calm and crowded—but it’s always slow enough to nab the big round chandelier-lit booth in the back for your entire posse. Securing that is essential for the plan to work. A round of garlic knots, a charred, vodka-sauced Mr. Pink pizza, and Diet Cokes in red plastic cups later, and Capitol Hill rules again. " - aimee rizzo
