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Founding Farmers

Hey, remember that time I had an awesome weekend with some really pretty ladies and we went to Founding Farmers and I said I’d blog about the food later?  Well, I hope not, because clearly I had forgotten as it’s been almost 2 weeks since said visit.  Anyway, luckily for you, today I remembered so that’s what you’re getting from me.

It all started with a cocktail.  This cocktail to be specific, the Fraise Fling – Strawberries, lychees, Cap Rock Organic Vodka, agave, prosecco.

There was a whole fresh strawberry on the side, but I ate that before taking the picture.  It was very good, and very refreshing on the hot, hungover day that  was that Saturday.  After a round or two at the bar, we were shown to our table and I immediately started studying the menu.  Trying to look at it online on my phone was too overwhelming so I didn’t really know what I was in for.

Steph, having been before, insisted we order the Fried Green Tomatoes and Corn Bread to start.  Now, I’m not typically a fan of either of those things, but I figured I would go with it and I’m glad I did.

my picture is terrible but the corn bread was really good

Yup, I ate two slices, it was that good.  I enjoyed the actual whole corn kernels, and the butter served with it wasn’t too shabby either.

I wasn’t as thrilled with the Fried Green Tomatoes, and only ate half of one before passing it off to one of the other ladies.  My roommate Danielle loved them though, so maybe it was just me.  That greenish sauce you see served with them was fantastic also though.

For my meal, I couldn’t decide between playing it safe and predictable with the Rotisserie Chicken or venturing out of my comfort zone with something else.  Ultimately, after conferring with our waitress, I decided to go with the Slow Braised Beef Short Ribs with a side of mashed potatoes and mac and cheese.  Naturally.  I’m pretty sure my only previous experience with ribs was in the form of Pork, so I was really excited.


This was, So. Good.  I ate every last bite of that piece of meat, and then searched and searched for more, disappointed to realize it was all gone.

The mashed potatoes and mac and cheese were just as delicious, and I should be embarrassed to admit this but I’m not, I cleaned my plate.  I ate every single thing, and then I ate dessert.  Dessert, that I should mention, had to be ordered before we’d even gotten our meals.  I didn’t think I had room, but once these were put on our table I found it.

Holy sweet mother of God were those things good.  I ate one, with a little bit of each of the sauces; raspberry, chocolate, and caramel.  I want one now just thinking about how good they were.  This was easily one of the richest, and most decadent meals I’ve eaten in quite some time and the long walk back to Kacy’s apartment was a welcome relief at the end of it.

So to recap, it was delicious, I ate all of the food, I want to go back.

(Side note: I’ve heard random comments about the service here being AWFUL, but we had none of that.  Our waitress was awesome, answered all our questions, was attentive, and we never really had to wait for anything we needed.  Perhaps a 4:45 reservation is the key to success here).

But, but… I don’t want it to be over

I don’t even know quite where to begin.  The weekend was amazing, which I’m sure you could assume, but it really was so.much.fun.  One of my favorite things about this group of girls, is there was no worrying about “omg what if we don’t all get along” before the weekend started.  I knew on an individual basis that I got along with each one of them, so I figured bringing us all together could only make it better.  I was right.

This is Sunday. The only makeup on my face was remnants of Saturday’s, and I was tired, hungover and hungry. And sad.

Since I live out in the burbs of DC and not within walking distance of a metro stop, Kacy was kind enough to kick her bf out of their apartment for the weekend and house us all.  I really enjoy a good sleepover, so I was more than willing to trade in my bed for an air mattress for two nights.  I picked Amy up from the airport at a little before 5, and then the two of us drove into DC to Kacy’s apartment together.  I only ran one red light and blew through one stop sign in the process, and we made it in one piece, although I think Amy was more than ready for a drink by then.  Sorry I almost killed you, twice.

Amy and I were the last to join the party, so we were greeted by wine buzzed girls and hugs all around.  After a super quick change and some freshening up, we were out the door to head into Georgetown for our 7 pm dinner reservations at Neyla.

It’s like they knew to put us in a corner away from other patrons

4 bottles of wine really make the conversations interesting… and loud

After dinner we stayed in the Georgetown area, and walked down to the waterfront to one of the outdoor bars to more thoroughly enjoy the evening.  The best part about the G-town waterfront area is the boats that dock there to party on the weekend nights.  The men are always… interesting, and will try to no end to get you on their boat with them.  I personally have no interest in being abducted by strange men with boats, so we stayed on dry ground.  However, mocking said gentlemen endlessly while they tried to hit on us was quite amusing.  That’s what you get when you lead with, “so I just booked a lip gloss commercial!” Don’t try to redeem yourself after that by saying, “Oh, I’m one of the girls too.”  Just no.

I mean, who wouldn’t want this group of ladies at their boat party?

We stayed out way later than my usual curfew, and continued the party once back at Kacy’s with obligatory late night za, singing and dancing.  And more wine.  I don’t know who had that idea,  but I should have punched you on Saturday morning.

“Can we go back to the days our love wassss stronggg…”

Saturday morning was a struggle, I refrained from chugging the water I wanted for a few hours to make sure there was no danger of puking, and then fully stuffed my face with an omelet and potatoes to aid recovery.  Eventually we made it from Chinatown down to The Mall area where I met up with my kickball team for our game.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend the majority of the game laying on the ground, because aside from the one inning I played in the outfield and my one at bat, that’s what I did.  Oh well, we were fully stacked and I wasn’t needed anyway.

After a quick change out of my kickball clothes, in a public restroom where I tried desperately to not touch anything, we were on our way to continue our adventures.  We all really wanted to eat at Founding Farmers, so when a 4:45 reservation was all they had, we said the hell with it and took it anyway.  Early dinner is the way to go after a big breakfast anyway.

A little “hair of the dog” finally made us all feel human again… or that could have been the corn bread…

I think I’ll save the food for another day, as this is getting quite verbose already.  After dinner, we checked another “girls weekend” task off our agenda and did some shopping.  I did some damage in Zara before heading back to Kacy’s apartment for an evening of wine, more gossip, and the Lion King in yoga pants.  It was perfect and just what we all were in the mood for after an eventful Friday and 22,000 step filled Saturday.  (Kacy is doing a walking challenge at her work and informed us all how much we walked thanks to her pedometer).

By the time I finally made it back to my house late yesterday afternoon I was ready to get in my bed and never move again.  So that’s pretty much what I did.  It was a fabulous weekend with fabulous ladies, and I can’t wait to do it again.  Smooches girls!