I usually avoid the gayborhood opting instead for slightly … uhm … less tacky locales. Like this one. But regardless, tonight I braved the walk down 17th Street – fully adorned in Mardi Gras beads and screaming underage boys who spell it with an i and clearly need to eat more – to have dinner at Peppers.
Peppers has been around for as long as I can remember, and used to have one of the best brunches in town, though the quality has been less reliable in recent years. Our waitress came to take drink orders, but first she commented that I look like Colin Farrell. Now, I’ve never heard this before, and I’m a bit hurt she didn’t at least add “a much younger” before the name.
Tonight’s meal (Ancho and Veggie Quesadillas, with a Stoli Vanil and soda) was good. The quesadilla came well stuffed with cheese and lovely roasted veggies, and a side of jicama slaw (which is bloody good!) and some rather bland pico de gallo. The drinks were strong, and to be honest, that’s what I was after.
Not fine dining, but a good place to people watch. And waitresses who know how to get good tips (especially since the service was fairly good even disregarding the compliments)!
Peppers
1527 17th St Nw
202-328-8193