-- Shares Facebook Twitter Reddit Email "A Fatty's Guide to Traveling and Eating the World" is a recurring travel and food column here at Salon that’s dedicated to helping travelers of all sizes find adventure I visited Washington, D.C., for the first time as a kid.
No, it wasn’t on a patriotic school trip or anything like that, but I mostly left unimpressed. Maybe it was because we were keeping strict kosher at the time and I didn't have a chance to try the food. Or perhaps it was because my dad heard we were at the World War II museum with my grandmother and scolded us.
It could have been something else entirely. Adulthood has a funny way of changing your perspective on things—perhaps because you get to choose what to do and how to do it, so every trip is just a little more exciting than it was back then. Either way, heading to D.
C. as an adult changed my perspective. The weather was wonderfully hot in July.
We had missed the cherry blossoms by a few months which might have been a bummer if not for the beautiful breeze on the water, delicious food that just kept coming and the warm hospitality that we felt at every turn. Related A new guide to traveling — and traveling to eat — while fat Here's what we ate , what we did and where we stayed, so perhaps your next trip to Washington, D.C.
is a little more colorful and a hell of a lot tastier. Where to Eat Federalist Pig : I don’t know about you, but I’m a brisket girly through and through. But the folks at the Fe.