Mission: DC Getaway, pt.III

We were both exhausted the next morning but we had to rush since check-out was at 12.  After a night out and only a few hours' sleep, we grumbled our way through packing, washing up, and walking out the door.  It didn't help that I lost the valet ticket but the valet was nice enough to not demand it.

Before leaving, we met up with Mike again for brunch at Old Ebbitt Grill at 675 15th St., NW, which apparently is a happening spot for the big-timers in DC.  I didn't see any.  Brunch was wonderful.  I ordered the french toast with berries and it was just sweet enough to pep me up.  John went savory instead of sweet and ordered the breakfast burrito, which must have been good because he almost cleared his plate.  Mike had to get to work and John and I had to be on our way, so once again we bid each other goodbye and left for our destinations.

Our next one happened to be Forest Hill, MD, where John's cousin and his girlfriend lives.  The area is a beautiful Maryland suburb, reminiscent of some Jersey towns.  It's about a half hour north of Baltimore, so it's still too far from DC for me to want to live there.  Had it been closer, however, I would have been sold.  We drove around and saw the National Park and the downtown area (reminiscent of Red Bank).  We stopped at DuClaw Brewing Company at 16 A Bel Air South Parkway, Bel Air, MD for some beer and appetizers.  We ordered some sliders and onion rings which was good but made me feel really guilty afterwards.  As it was getting late, we left soon after for our final stop of the trip -- home.

can't wait 'til next time.