Last night, I left the office early to bike all the way over to the Hill and meet Charlie. From there, we biked (mostly uphill, mind you) through Georgetown and into Arlington. The reason for this quasi-monumental feat? The Italian Store. Was it worth it? Most definitely. Part grocery store, part pizza parlor, part sub shop, The Italian Store is one of those great little neighborhood dives that gives credibility to the argument that parts of northern Virginia feel more "authentic-city-like" than the District. Cheap (but really good!) food, genuine atmosphere, nice people--throw in a post-bike-ride-high and a surprisingly cool August afternoon and you have a pretty solid Tuesday night. When you go, my recommendation is a Milano sub, a bag of chips, a Dr. Brown's root beer in a can and a "fantasy bar" (basically a blondie with chocolate chips). Live it up.
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