twice this week i have gone to federal intending to dine. both times there were no tables and we had to leave. the first time was the usual monday evening post-xdu board meeting time, a time when finding a table is usually not a big deal.
so, as d. and s. and i repaired to the new asian bistro at american tabacco last night (tom yum style is yummy!), we decided it’s time we broke out our stories about how YOU SHOULDN’T GO TO FEDERAL.
here’s my story: the rubber band in my hamburger. yes, one night, there was a large, purple rubber band nestled in the greens atop my hamburger, coated lightly in dijon mustard. ewwww.
DON’T GO TO FEDERAL.