Do you know Stef Woods? She’s that tall, striking, vivacious red head that you probably keep running into at events about town. I know I did. Repeatedly. To the point where I started to feel like I knew her just from the occasional chat over mediocre hors d’oeuvres.
But we didn’t really know one another at all. And so we kept saying, we simply must get together. So I invited her to brunch.
I suggested Vento on P Street in Dupont because the website touted “Open for Brunch!” and because it is one of the few places on P Street that I haven’t tried. We showed up. It was closed. I was embarrassed. So we wandered around the corner to The Front Page, where Stef said she’s had many a brunch in her day, though I hadn’t actually made it there yet.
Turns out Steph is amazing, and I have a girl crush. A lawyer, she writes about her dating and sex life on City Girl Blogs and teaches at a local university. She also acts as an ambassador (and model) for countless D.C. organizations, such as the Humane Society and its Fashion For Paws event.
Oh, and she’s been battling breast cancer for the last year. Yesterday was her last chemo IV. To celebrate, she’s hosting a happy hour tonight at Lincoln, which you should go to and say congratulations and give her a hug for me. I wish I could go, but I’m in New York this week (sending my hugs from afar!).
Next month, she’ll be a model in Pink Jams Rocks the Runway, which is bringing in Christian Siriano himself to show his spring collection. Have I told you how excited I am for this event? I am really excited. Buy your ticket. Or go to the launch party at Dirty Bar on Tuesday and get tickets there.
That Sunday Stef and I sat on the patio outside The Front Page chatting about these things for hours. We talked about men, about blogs, about work, about cancer, about DC’s events, about people. Like I said: girl crush.
The Front Page is a traditional D.C. brunch place. It’s huge, first of all, so you could fit in a big party at the very last minute. There’s lots of rooms and different bar areas, stretching the width of its city block. Also, it’s been there forever.
For brunch you can order a dish off the menu, which I would suggest, or you can go for the buffet, which we did against our better judgement. We eyed it, we were starved, so we went for immediate satisfaction rather than the smarter idea.
The buffet is lined with silver trays serving greasy sausages, bacon, biscuits, scrambled eggs, home fries, corned beef hash, and grits, all of which looked like they’d been sitting out for a while. There were made to order omelets and waffles, and the omelets offered broccoli, mushrooms, peppers, onions, tomatoes, ham and assorted cheese. The waffles had Maple syrup, fruit toppings, or whipped cream to pile on top.
There was a carving station of pit roasted ham and roast beef. Again, it looked a bit dry, as if it had been sitting under the heat lamps for a while. The fruit selection was similarly aged. There was caesar salad, muffins, danishes, and breakfast pastries. Also, there was some cubed cheese, and a table with bagels and lox, which looked rather frightening.
The entire buffet is $20.95 per person. You can tack on unlimited champagne for $3, unlimited mimosas for $4.50, or Perrier Jouet Grand Brut Champage, for $16.95. Oh, and there was a bloody Mary bar, though it wasn’t very big. Not a bad deal, but you have to take into account that it’s buffet; and with rare exceptions, buffets are never very good.
The trick is to go with someone fabulous who will distract you from the sad state of buffet affairs. Stef and I only went for two rounds at the buffet, and picked at our food when we were back at our patio table. We were too engrossed in conversation to be bothered by the food.
The Bitches say: C. There are much better quality buffets in town, but if you’re desperate for a last-minute large party, give it a whirl, as the price is right.
The Front Page
1333 New Hampshire Ave NW
Washington DC, 20036