Washington DC, April 12, 2009 —
AFTER A COLD AFTERNOON walking the cherry-blossom trail we were pretty tired, cold, hungry, and thirsty. We asked Zagat what was close, good, and open: Kinkead's. It's a fish restaurant, so Lindsey finally had her crab cake: but I ordered a dish that looked more interesting than fish, a poussin grilled, dressed with olives, and served on a socca bed along with spinach sautéed with garlic. It was as nice in the event as it had been on paper, though the socca was more like a slab of polenta than the thin crèpe I'd expected.
Rosé of Cabernet Sauvignon, Penedès, 2007
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