breakfast at Post

Conrad left DC last Sunday afternoon (and, in fact, I am now at home in Chicago, sitting up on the bed, catching up on personal e-mail and things). We had rather a late morning, as you might guess. Ten courses at Citronelle is a heck of a lot of work. Or something. I did a punishing 5 miles on a treadmill in a stuffy part of the hotel fitness centre, showered, then we headed out in search of a moderate breakfast.


Not far from our hotel was another, the Hotel Monaco Washington DC. Conrad had spent time there the day before, taking a break from his wanderings. We headed there late Sunday morning and sat out on the restaurant patiov(not a great choice - DC is bloody hot at this time of year!) to eat.

I shan't gush about the food.
It was all quite fine, slightly pricey, and pretty much what we wanted and needed for our late start to the morning. The hotel and restaurant, though, are quite handsome, having been carved out of an old (THE old?) post office building. Hence the name of the restaurant: Poste. Clever! Or something.

:-)

Quite fine, as I said, and a only a short stroll over to the National Portrait Gallery from there.