Ahh yes, another brunch spot. I refuse to be a nobody in a city where people fake care about what you do for a living so they can judge you. Everyone knows the universal question in D.C. is “What do you do for a living?” It’s the most asinine, reasonable question out there. “Do you
Brrrr. No, this isn’t a Gucci Mane reference, although I still play Trap House on Sunday’s before I head to worship. (haha just kidding, I play In My Kitchen). The Brrr was for me standing outside this restaurant, waiting for the doors to open which opened 4 minutes later than it was expected to. If
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