BA: You own a Wingstop in Memphis?
RR: I love it. I put it in one of my songs: “She’s thinking Philippe [restaurant] / I’m thinking Wingstop.” I know she wants fancy wine and all that, but boy, I’ll get you a nice lemonade to go with those lemon-pepper wings.
I ran off to a photo shoot where my angel, best friend, and our director of pastry operations made me a Solo cup of blueberries and a handful of almonds, her silent attempt at taking care of me and making sure I take care of myself. Also at the shoot, I snuck into the lunch room and housed a crepe filled with ricotta and tomato sauce, and make myself a big slice of gooey chocolate cake. Martine, our special events and press gal, made sure I washed it down with Prosecco. Tough lunch, right?
Back at HQ, I nervously ate Haribo Gummi Bears while dealing with work issues. Courtney, our director of kitchen operations, and I tasted the final round of pineapple upside-down frosting for the Milk Bar cake, and some rosemary soft-serve for Noodle Bar. We also noshed on Kettle Chips melted in the microwave with Gruyère and Cheddar, a little something she calls “Cheezy Chips.”
It is time to elevate my popsicle game to the roasted-peaches-and-coconut-cream variety.
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On this list, there are restaurants from Laurel and Edgewater, two dishes from 2 Amy’s, and two charbroiled chicken options. Come on, son—just call it “30 Dishes Every Washingtonian Must Try” and axe the ones that make it real obvious you’re phoning it in.
At what point in my career do I get sent to Tokyo to eat ramen? Why are these all dudes? Can I complain about gender imbalance?