The folks in charge at the Waffle Shop are doing some intentional living. The paint on the awning was recently refreshed.
The Arlandria Waffle Shop is heartbreakingly out-of-step in these parts. In DC, once you are worn in, you are worn out, or so it seems from where I sit. Sat at lunch in a bit of a cringe, expecting the wrecking ball to crash the plate glass at any moment. All I know about the original Waffle Shops, I know from personal observation over the past 40 years. We are down three, down to one. This one on Mt Vernon Avenue.
Alexandria’s Waffle shop, now a Pain Quotidien (gag) was on the optimal corner of King and Washington. I prowled there, during my junior high years, with a small gaggle of mismatched girls – we were not self-aware, styled and snarky in those dark ages of 70’s tweendom. We skulked for boys with the Waffle Shop as our backdrop. We were too young to go in and too shy. Boys, if encountered, circled warily, too young and too shy to talk us. While the hurdle of conversation hulked between us, we longed for them to hold our hands.
One door down was the former J.C. Penney, brightly lit and safe, where we bought 1/4 pound paper bags of chocolate turtles or malted milk balls before boarding the 9A bus home. Solace and safety.
I’m eating your fries, I’m eating your fries, I’m eating your fries, said I. OCD much, anyone? The Waffle Shop is highly tolerant of quirks. In fact, quirks seem highly regarded. Being triangular perhaps is conducive to rejoicing in the oddness of others. Setting a very fancy banana-chocolate-strawberry-whipped cream-is-that-a-waffle-under-there the waitress hummed, “On the house.” It’s nice here in the bubble. Don’t ask why, risking a jinx and a ~pop~, just eat it up.
A mighty fine finish to a year of wonders, a year of lavishes and trials, 200 watt bulbs and power outages, soaring and creeping, and plain old walking, one ordinary step at a time. My right hand and left occasionally did not know they were connected to the same women. With an uber-waffle to fuel me, I plan to skip into 2011, bright-eyed and appetited, all limbs in sync.