Ninety-six Bucks for Chocolate Cake?!
April 24th, 2000
Ninety-six Bucks for Chocolate Cake?!
With apologies to Tom Brokaw and NBC, the Fleecing of America is actually taking place at 1624 U Street NW, Washington, DC, home of the most nefarious money-making scheme known to man: the Chi Cha Lounge. Someone needs to notify Bob Kur.
Maybe I’m outta touch, relegated as I have been to my own special world where the only drinks in existence are reasonably priced Guinness and G&Ts (er, imbibed separately, of course), but eight bucks a pop for a shooter* seems a little extreme, if not downright un-American.
Chi Cha is constantly full of bad tab karma. This is why I insist on being billed separately. Burned one too many times. Which is a shame, because frankly the Chi Cha Lounge is one of the most comfortable places for lounging and drinking (aside from my futon of course) that I’m aware of. And they have food. Good food. Despite everything else, I recommend a visit. Just don’t let anyone else on your tab.
Sigh. It’s going to be a while before I can coerce — er, convince — my friends to go there again.
To make up for Friday’s bad bar experience, Saturday we went down to the Air and Space museum, where the Earth Day organizers were hosting a schwanky little affair for a few hundred of their closest friends. We shut the place down. (Never been able to say that about a museum before.) Ignore any stories you might have heard about one of us waking up on Sunday morning inside the Spirit of St. Louis.
*Chocolate Cake (of which I can find no documentation for on the web, so therefore it doesn’t exist) consists of equal parts Frangelico and Citron. Maybe. I think Laurie or one of her bartending friends might have made it up. Maybe if she reads this, she’ll set the record straight.