hillvalley, on Jan 14 2004, 06:06 PM, said:
Busboy, on Jan 14 2004, 08:02 PM, said:
reesek, on Jan 14 2004, 05:40 PM, said:
oh the american cafe! - wasn't that right upstairs from booeys? (Friendship) i thought i was the poshest thing around - eating my chicken tarragon on croissant. the neon lights were so very miami vice.
did it really open in 1975?? i thought it was new when i went there - must have been 1983...
The original American Cafe opened in Georgetown just before I moved from the suburbs to DC to attend (if that's not too strong a statement) GWU. Over the years, the scattered a few more around town -- the Hill location mentioned earlier, and uptown -- so your location may indeed have been new when you discovered it.
I don't think that the Hill location opened before the early '80's. Can't remember much further than that.
Anyone remember the sushi bar that was in the same shopping strip as Joe's Noodle House? My earliest memories of sushi are there. I can't remember the name

The Hill location was open by 1983, which is when I started hanging out in that neighborhood, but it strikes me that it had opened only recently.
On a more upscale note, anyone remember the old line French places around town?
La Rive Gauche, in Georgetown -- the first really fancy French meal I ever ate, as a college sophmore with new girlfriend in tow...and parents picking up the tab. I don't remember a thing about the food, but I remember being very impressed at the swarms of waiters, and the mechanical crumber they used to clear the tablecloth before dessert. Was it Seagrams that used to hide the case of Whiskey and put the clues in their ads? The Rive Gauche was the key to the one they hid in DC -- you had to find a streetcorner with 3 banks. On the corner of Wisconsin and M were two financial institutions, and "The Left Bank." Now it's a Banana Republic.
Parent visits provided funding for most of those early adventures. The girfriend's father paid for the night at Lyon d'Or, where I encountered lobster bisque for the first time. He had a Georgia accent that would have made Rhett Butler feel like riff-raff, and he'd spent two years as a mining engineer in St. Emilion. When he got a snootful, he argued (affably) with the waiter in strangely accented French about whether the wine glasses were authentically St. Emilion-ish.
Too bad his daughter was a psychopath.
Just before it closed, my parents took me --
sans petite amie -- to Sans Souci, the restaurant made famous by those glamorous Kennedy Administration folks. Sadly, it had than near-death feel that restaurants get just before the make that transformation from business to memory, but I enjoyed myself anyway. We asked the chef to make potatoe souffles for mom, potatoe slices cut and twice-fried, so they turn into little crisp puffs, that you are allowed to eat with your fingers.
Finally, the parents of the future Mrs. Busboy took us to Le Pavillon, the night before she graduated, for my first expereince with
nouvelle cuisine. Eight courses, the bill so staggering her dad's hands almost trembled as he pulled out the American Express card. Little did I know that in just over a year, I'd be working there myself.
Save for le Pavillon, I can't say if the food was better or worse than restaurant food is today. Certainly, it was less creative than the food available at top restaurants now, although it was all new and fascinating to me back then. On the other hand, they were so damn civilized, you can't help but wish there was still one place left in town where a gentleman in a tuxedo finished your filet bernaise tableside, and the lady was given the menu without the prices.
PS also Dominiques.