Don't Be Yellow!
There was a time I had yet to visit the Capital of the very country I was born in. A few days before I visited, I had the worst craving for Middle Eastern food. I had already spent nine months in Boston and lived a five minute walk from one of the best Turkish restaurants in the city, but there was an itch to scratch, and that joint wasn't going to fulfill it, so I Google'd a bit and found a few spots, but my itinerary, while not set in stone, was mostly set, and I couldn't be bothered to change it. Fast forward five months after I visited D.C., and I had just moved back to Los Angeles, only to find out that my favorite Lebanese was closed down permanently (COVID). Luckily, I was visiting DC for the second time in a month as my girlfriend had just moved close to Georgetown and it was yet to be revealed to me that I would uproot my life again to move back east. Yellow had been on my list since April of '23 and I was finally able to go in. It was lunch rush, but even the...