In Washington, we get extra lucky come spring. Not only is it beautiful, warm, and gorgeous out—we also have cherry blossoms.
Spring is a time to renew and refocus, to step outside and to reconnect with old friends after hibernating all winter, to reinvigorate that exercise routine, to try new things happening across the city. One of my favorite activities each April in Washington is Cherry Blossom Yoga, hosted by Lululemon at the Washington Monument each year on a spring Saturday in April.
It was a bit blustery this year, but pleasant nonetheless. We did our sun salutations in the sunshine, thousands of people in a circle in the grass around a half a dozen yogis leading us onstage. After yoga, we of course headed to brunch, because we’re a bunch of yuppies and that’s what yuppies in D.C. do on a Saturday. Yoga, brunch, a trip to Whole Foods, a manicure, and then a visit to my favorite coffee shop: total yuppies.
Just up the way from the Washington monument, Woodward Table was our destination of choice. Business Bitch Emily had brunched there before, and reported a solid, delicious brunch. Across from the Department of Treasury, Woodward Table is an enormous, cavernous space that’s traditional and slightly formal but not too formal for tourists and girls in yoga clothes.
Our waitress was a middle-aged woman who was incredibly kind and attentive, but also rather flustered and forgetful. She had trouble remembering our orders, forgot to place the second appetizer order, and took an eternity to bring the check. I feel badly picking on her, though, as I think she had a lot of tables in the enormous space and she was incredibly nice.
Woodward Table has a large brunch menu, with appetizers, brunch dishes, lunch dishes, sandwiches, flat breads, and a half a dozen featured desserts. The bottomless option is slightly pricey at $18 per person, for either mimosas or Bloody Marys.
We were all feeling fairly healthy after yoga and went the healthier route, forgoing flatbreads and later nixing offerings of dessert. Half the table broke all Bitch conventions and ordered the same thing for their appetizers and entrees.
For beverages, we all chose my trifecta of brunch beverages: water, coffee, and mimosas, though not bottomless today. The coffee was served in a classic French press, and was alright but nothing memorable. The same with the mimosas.
Lauren, Morgan, and Annie all chose the Greek yogurt, which was presented beautifully. The Greek yogurt was served in ribbons, like frozen yogurt, sprinkled with granola, and drizzled with wildflower honey. Alongside, little bowls of granola and fresh berries—strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries.
For their entrees, the girls were all served enormous bowls of kale salad. The raw, thinly sliced ribbons of kale was served with large chunks of bacon, caramelized onions, dates, and apples, and tossed in a pommery mustard vinaigrette.
My sorority sister and roommate at UNC-Chapel Hill, Adrienne, appropriately selected the Carolina trout, which was also presented beautifully. The trout was served in the center of an enormous plate atop dirty rice and dandelion greens, and the plate was drizzled with a creamy creole mustard butter. Despite being breaded and baked, the fish was fresh and moist, and flakey.
The fries were startling addicting, despite being regular, thin fries. They were sprinkled with Parmesan and parsley, and hot, oily and satisfying. I devoured the entire steak, egg, and bowl of fries without thinking twice as the girls across the way nibbled on their kale.
I ordered the steak and eggs, which is becoming a common occurrence. The 10 oz. New York strip steak was fatty around the edges but juicy, moist and red in the middle, cooked medium rare just as I like it. The fried egg perched atop the steak was perfect, and the plate was drizzled with
All in all, Woodward Table is predictable for its downtown, tourist-laden location: It serves above-average American cuisine at slightly higher prices. The space and the menu are large. And the white-coated servers struggle to provide good service. That said, it’s a great place for bottomless group brunches and also a good restaurant conveniently located close to the National Mall, which is actually surprisingly rare.
The Bitches say: B. Above average American food at slightly higher prices than necessary. A nice space with kind, forgetful service.
1426 H St. N.W.
Woodward Table serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays starting at 11 a.m.