Chris S.
Yelp
Whenever I go to Capitol Hill, I always feel like I'm a tourist in my own city. Sure it's just a couple of miles from my humble abode, but something about it just seems so different.
Maybe it's all the interns, or all the pompous staffers, or the intense police presence. I don't know exactly what it is, but I'll take it. It allows me to step out of my normal hustle and pretend I'm somewhere far, far away.. all in the shadow of the capitol.
I went to Sonoma for the first time some years ago, as a young, young lad. I knew nothing of this whole "foodie" scene, or why the heck they were serving wine out of a funny contraption in the wall. But now I get it.
Me and the boo had a little date night here last weekend, and I was pleasantly surprised at how lovely everything was. We were able to snag a perfect table on the patio, on the beautiful, atypically cool DC summer evening.
The interior is very clean feeling, fitting a mold for what most chic-foodie restaurants are trying for. A dark atmosphere, bold lighting fixtures, concrete bars, metal seating. Sure it's replicated all over the place, but who am I to judge? I mean, if I had a house and an actual budget to furnish said house, it would probably not look unlike this.
This is obviously a wine bar, they do nothing to disguise this fact. But happily, they also have a nice selection of beer as well as the hard stuff.
Before we sat down at our table last Friday, we grabbed a beer at the bar just to ease into the evening. We aren't exactly wine connoisseurs, but we try, but either way, starting off with a beer just seemed right in our world.
Once we sat down, we opted for a bottle of pinot grigio. As I mentioned, we don't know what the heck we're ordering, so we just went for a bottle that wasn't the cheapest, but was far from the most expensive, and hoped for the best. And it worked! Yay good wine.
To go along with our nice chilled bottle, we picked out a couple of cheeses. I like cheese. I don't really discriminate with many cheeses, but for whatever reason, I found selecting 2 cheeses out of the list of 12 to be harder than choosing the proper wine. So I handed that task over to my man and figured I'd devour whatever arrived either way.
We got a nice blue and a sheep's milk, which were both perfectly paired with slices of crustini and a proper accompaniment. Proper cheese parings are so darn lovely sometimes.
After the cheese, we dove into the main courses. I had the Carolina trout, as that healthily fatty fish is one of my favorites out there. The thing about trout is that sometimes it has the aroma of the stinky water it lived in, which is obviously, expected since it was plucked out of that. But Sonoma's trout was impeccable. They served two huge fillets atop one another, also atop some farrow grain. Perfection on a plate.
My gentleman friend had the pork special, which was a pork tenderloin which similarly looked divine.
As stuffed as we were at this point, and as much as we had intended to go grab dinner somewhere else down the street, after seeing the dessert menu, there was no turning back. Goat. Cheese. Cake.
I can get down with a good cheesecake from time to time, but Gabe, well, that's all he needs in life. So we shared a nice piece of that. And since we had emptied our bottle before the dessert came, we knew we had to do something about such a travesty. He went for a scotch, since peatiness is up his alley, but as much as I wanted to give it a try, I went for a nice neat bourbon to wrap up the meal. And it did just that perfectly.
I highly recommend swinging by for a visit and give it a shot, play tourist in your own town!