Enjoy Erotic Perfume @ Skewers

It’s a egg-frying hot Wednesday and you get an email from Skewers that says:

“Our Pomegranate Martini is bursting with the richness of fresh pomegranate and the tang of lemons. And for something more daring, we have a Citrus and Rose-Water concoction that is sure to please and tantalize with its erotic perfume.”

You think to yourself, “I could enjoy erotic perfume today, everyone will be sweat-stinky on the bus home.” You make plans to meet your friends at Skewers before the all-too-early 7pm end to $5 happy hour martinis.

They get excited over the expected tang of lemons. All of you descend on Skewers at 17th and P, hoping for something more daring, like a citrus and rose-water concoction.

You will be in luck, Skewers can please, the pomegranate martinis were close to my fav, strong Cosmopolitans, and it will tantalize, our food order took long enough.

I would suggest you look else where for the erotic. Citrus + rose water tasted too much like grapefruit juice + rail vodka for my delicate palate.

Still, if you can get one of the three outdoor tables, the $5 price and gorgeous gay boy viewing more than make up for it. Just don’t get too drunk before the food comes, we were offered the wrong meal twice.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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