When I think of Adams Morgan, I think of twenty year old kids drinking enough cheap alcohol to bring themselves to the brink of death. I think of Big Slice with the smell of puke and hookah drifting through the air. I think of breakfast at The Diner, coffee at Tryst, and the occasional dinner at Cashion’s. No offense to those who love Adams Morgan, but if it ceased to exist, I wouldn’t shead a tear.
The great thing about today’s Featured Photo is that it encompasses nearly all of the memories I have in my head about this particular part of DC. I recommend that you look at the big version to get a better look at all of the images that went into making this montage. I love that you can see the different personalities of Adams Morgan, from the sober girl drinking coffee, to the woman carrying her groceries, to the stretch limo (which no doubt is carrying a gaggle of drunk bachelorettes with penis-shaped lollipops), to the lack of parking, to the flattened pizza box on the sidewalk. This is Adams Morgan in all of its glory.