Following our pints-and-fire alarm at Buffalo Billiards last night, we agonized over where to eat dinner. In heat like this, my Viking body just shuts down and food is the last thing on my mind (sleep is the first… but then, it always is). So we decided on sushi at Dragonfly.
Dragonfly’s all-white anime-themed interior was all the rage when it first opened, one of a series of “too-hip-for-DC” locales that really paved the way to revitalize the dining/clubbing scenes. It’s interior is still fun, a sort of Space Odyssey meets Starblazers, but that white doesn’t age well when the sun blazes through the frosted glass at happy hour. It does, however, cool you down.
The happy hour menu has some sweet deals of their most popular drinks and a few menu items, but being as we are sushi freaks we couldn’t confine ourselves to just that. So we ordered off the main menu, which is laid out to resemble a bizarre version of an 80′s SAT answerkey. The one waitress was also bartending and quite batty, which always makes for an interesting evening. But when you are trying to figure out what the hell to do with your lives, slow service doesn’t really faze you.
The sushi was really good, too. Though I could’ve done without the guy sitting next to us blowing cigarette smoke on my hamachi. Due to its being a restaurant/club hybrid, Dragonfly is resolutely a smoking establishment, with ashtrays on every table. Though I usually abstain from the smoking wars, somehow sushi and cigarettes just don’t mix in my mind. But after the second luscious lychee martini, I ceased to care…
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