A Hot Bag of Amazing

What night out on the town would be complete without something sweet (besides my smiling face saying goodnight)? That's exactly what Baby Mama, Baby Daddy and myself were thinking about on our record breaking weekend. We had already gone to Zocalo's, Mix for the first time, Lucca's, DeVere's, and back to Mix... so what harm was one more stop going to do?

The three of us turned the corner onto 16th Street and walked down just one block over to the corner of 16th and K Streets to dine at an oldy but goody: Bistro 33 Midtown. Yes, it is the same restaurant as the one I visited on this Monday night, but this one's just a little bit more in terms of the people who eat there and what they're eating. Take the Kobe Beef slider's for example... or what we had that night: Turkey and Doughnuts.

No, it wasn't some experimental/trendy-on-the-edge-of-barftastic dish... they were two separate meals, but equally good.

Baby Daddy was looking for something hearty to soak up the night's drinks, so he perused the menu and opted for the Singapore Turkey Sliders.

These little buddies were made with turkey, some hearty cole-slaw with gigantic chunks of cabbage and carrots, a Thai peanut dipping sauce and freshly made potato chips. Baby Daddy was once again kind enough to share a bite with us lady-folk... and I was pretty impressed considering my paltry poultry experience earlier that night at Lucca's (rimshot!). The turkey was pretty well seasoned, but what made it tasty was the tangy Asian slaw on top... it added some good crunch. My favorite part though were the potato chips. They were perfectly salted and SUPER greasy... which late at night and after a couple of drinks is just what everyone needs.

While Baby Daddy made a good choice- yet again- I felt I had to redeem myself from my previous meal choice... so I went for a fail-proof snack that everyone loves: Doughnuts :)



These aren't just any balls of fat though... they're shaken. This spot is famous for their "Hot Bag O Doughnuts." They bring the bite sized pieces to the table in a brown paper bag, and shake 'em up in the cinnamon and sugar mix before pouring them out piping hot.... Soooooooooo gooooooood. Just look at them! My favorite part (and this is why America is so great) is that they serve the doughnuts with DIPPING SAUCES. Yes, dipping sauces for your doughnuts. And not one or two... but three! And not just your standard chocolate and maple... they give you a little bit of three gourmet goops.

The first is a freshly made Strawberry Compote which is nice and tart to offset the sweetness of the sugar-covered hole. The second is a rich homemade chocolate ganache-like spread which is incredibly rich. The last is my favorite for so many reasons: Homemade Honey Butter. Seriously. Butter for your doughnuts. With more sugar added. I don't think I can say much more than that. I'll let you soak it in.............................................................................................................................................. If you've suddenly got the urge to gain five pounds in one sitting... check your watch first (and your cholesterol). They only serve the Hot Bag O Doughnuts for breakfast (obviously) or late-night (smart move).

As much as I love that plate of heaven, I knew we couldn't have it for two meals in a row. So the next morning when we woke up and the childless parents wanted to know what was for breakfast, I decided on a place that I knew would please everybody. Just like we had breakfast for dessert the night before, we were about to have dessert for breakfast (mind-blowing I know!).

What's a Male Version of Cougar?

Because that's what myself, Baby Mama and Baby's Daddy were dealing with when we started the new Freckled Record.

After Zocalo's we headed over to this new-er bar in downtown, called Mix. It's a rooftop bar that serves small plates. And when the sun goes down the cover charge goes up and it turns into a club... one the of the hottest in downtown.

For their Happy Hour, from 4-7, they don't charge to lounge around in their open-air digs. The whole lounge isn't totally out in the open... the back half is covered. And in the winter they pop a huge tent over the other half, making it semi-open-air. In the summer it can get pretty hot up there if you're their for Happy Hour... but when the sun starts to go down it's one of the best places to just sit back and relax. We got there just as the sun was heading down, and took up a GREAT spot in the corner. This place has retro-style lounge chairs, Adirondack chairs, and benches all around the perimeter with cushions and pillows.


That was the view from our corner spot. (The woman on the left is a perfect example of the type of people that like to frequent this place. Not saying anything bad... just saying. The key demo for this place is the over 30 crowd. 'Nuff said.)

We sat back and ordered a few beers to water down the cocktails we had just had. They've got a specialty cocktail menu, a wine list, and small plate menu. I've tried some of the small plates when they first opened and wasn't overly impressed, but I'd be willing to give it another try (if you're in town I'll let you treat me to some ;). We decided to stick to just beers as we had reservations later on that evening.

Just because we didn't eat doesn't mean we didn't have a lot to digest. There were some interesting people there. Including the male version of the cougar to our left. I've heard of Mougar, Billy Goat, Trout, a Cobra or a Manther. I'm going to go with Manther. I say he was staring at Baby Mama, but Baby Mama says he was staring at me (poor guy must have already had his beer goggles on).

Anywho, the three of us (Baby Daddy included, not Manther) concocted the story of our lives if he were to approach us. The first two characters were Baby Daddy and Baby Mama:


These two were in Sac getting to know hockey big-wigs because he was looking to make the move from playing overseas to playing in Cali. Next up was Baby Mama's cousin, who was Baby Daddy's assistant:


The story couldn't be that hard to keep straight, right?

We eagerly awaited Manther's approach, but alas, he never came. I didn't know whether to be flattered or embarrassed that a balding man his late thirties didn't hit on me. It didn't matter... we had dinner reservations to catch at one of my family's favorite spots. After all, we had a date with the Gov-nuh.