Finally, I’m sorry for discrediting your bar scene. The aforementioned Pepita Cantina in Ballston has a cocktail list longer than Kirk Cousins’ contract demands, and Alexandria’s bar scene glows with Bar PX and Captain Gregory’s.
For beer, Space Bar in Falls Church is a temple of craft beer and grilled cheese that lets me be myself. And when it’s time to unwind with something red or white, Northside Social is there, serving intriguing, esoteric bottles and old favorites alike.
For all these reasons and more, I can’t get enough of you, VA. I’m sorry for the cheap shots. I’m sorry for the put-downs. I’ll do better. In return, I just ask that you let it go -- you’ve upped your game hard in recent years, and proven that Virginia truly is for hustlers.