Hi, it’s me.
Look, this isn’t easy... but I need to apologize. Sometimes, a city needs to grow up and tell a state how deeply sorry it is. Today’s the day, Virginia.
I’ve taken you for granted for decades, and twisted the knife so many times. My denizens have penned stories like “Virginia sucks,” then poured salt into the wound by saying stuff like, “It takes a lot to get me to Virginia for dinner.” Come on... this isn’t the Oregon Trail. Crossing the Potomac doesn’t necessitate caulking a goddamn wagon. Besides, getting to many of my nightlife neighborhoods is just as problematic -- that H Street NE streetcar, for example, is about as useful as a pogo stick. I’ll freely admit that.
And let’s not even discuss Georgetown.
The shaming and complaining about the Commonwealth ends now. DC residents: don’t let snobbery keep you from missing out on some of the best food and drink the area has to offer. Virginia, I owe you a formal apology, for downgrading you, overlooking you, and pooh-poohing you as something less than a treasure trove of good eats. I’m genuinely smitten with your food scene. Despite your shortcomings (Gate 35X at Washington National Airport -- just burn it), the truth is, I love you.