The excitement builds up. The thought of getting a bargain over takes me. And then I abruptly get dropped back down to a sad reality.
As DC summer restaurant week comes to a close, it seems that once again I either a) made an unenlightened dining choice or b) restaurant week really is not all that it’s made out to be.
I remember my first RW fondly. Ann Arbor, a great place, plentiful servings, rich flavors and an overall feeling of contentment. And then my first DC RW experience. It too was enjoyable. I made a good researched choice, the offerings were plentiful and I left feeling that I got a value and an experience that I normally wouldn’t have.
But then I remember all of the other experiences…