With all the walking and moving around the city, it’s hard to gain weight here in D.C.  But somehow I feel like I gained close to 5 pounds this weekend.

Note:  I, by the way, and not a food critic, do not pretend to be a food critic, and therefore I do not pretend to write like one.  Keep that in mind as you read my ramblings on the deliciousness of my weekend. 

First off, Georgetown Cupcakes are absolutely heavenly.  By far the best cupcakes I’ve had in my life.  And although it sounds like I’m exaggerating, I swear that I’m not.  The icing is creamy, and it complements the cake part of the cupcake wonderfully.  It is inexplicably thick yet light.  There are so many different flavors and variations of cupcakes that there is something for everyone.  Personally, I chose the vanilla iced chocolate cupcake. I would have taken a picture of it in the giant box of cup cakes, but unfortunately I ate it too fast.  No joke.  So here is a picture of Anne’s cupcake and the cute box it came in:

She had a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing and chocolate sprinkles.  Yummmm.

Check out this website to vicariously indulge: http://georgetowncupcake.com/

My second delicious dining experience of the weekend took place Sunday morning at Martin’s Tavern. Located on the streets of Georgetown, this place holds both history and great food. 

My cousin, Leigh, lives directly south of the city by Old Town Alexandria, but she loves to frequent this restaurant for their fun brunches.  Because her brother/my cousin, Will, was visiting D.C. this weekend, we all decided to meet up.  Martin’s was the perfect place for this. 

Upon arriving in the busy restaurant Leigh pointed out the booth where John F. Kennedy proposed to Jackie Kennedy.  How romantic!  This restaurant is clearly well known and popular, but each time we have met for brunch the tables open up quickly.  The small dining room is cozy, yet comfortable.  And their brunch food is quite good, but then again its hard to go wrong with French toast, pancakes, or omelets. 

Here is a view from our booth of the restaurant. 

 
Finally, my last eating experience of the weekend was Sunday night dinner.  My apartment tries to have dinner together on Sunday night.  This is usually pasta night (Eun-Hye has never needed to cook in the past so we are teaching her the “art” of boiling pasta), but recently we had a new addition to our apartment.  Raquel is our newest apartment-mate who showed up about a month later than us and will leave about a month later than us.  She is on a slightly different program than the rest of us, but she is still here on The Washington Center program. 

Raquel is from Vera Cruz, Mexico and does not speak or understand English--this makes it a bit challenging for me (since I can only speak English and French) and Eun-Hye (who can only speak English and Korean).  But luckily Anne saves the day since she can speak Spanish!  So with a lot of smiling and charades, we explained our Sunday evening apartment dinner tradition to Raquel.  She wanted to take part and to share some of her culture with us.

This Sunday, Raquel made tacos.  They were easily the spiciest tacos I’ve ever eaten.  My throat was sweating, Eun-Hye’s mouth was on fire, and Anne’s nose started to run.  And Raquel didn’t even think that was spicy!  Mental note not to ever eat anything that she considers spicy.  But the food was delicious, and despite the perspiration I ate every single bite. 

Our Sunday evening dinner! (from left to right--Raquel, Anne, Eun-Hye)

The desert Raquel and Anne made--chocolate cupcakes with cranberries and chocolate chips.  almost as good as Georgetown Cupcakes.

So thus I ate my way through the weekend. 

Que Sera Sera.