Yum and carb-loaded!

I love pizza. I love bars. I love new. So I was thrilled to stop by the new Germantown pizzeria called The Post last night. The pizza, which you can get by the slice, is New York-style, meaning thin, cracker-crisp crust and lots of cheese. I had the slice of the day, which was cheddar, bacon and jalepeno, and it was absolutely delicious — and not just because I’ve been carb starving myself for two weeks now.

The interior is fresh, inviting, clean and spacious. I sat at the bar with my friend Steph, and we made fast friends with the bartenders (naturally) and even the people sitting next to us. I think I may have even been one of those over-sharers last night with a new friend — sorry about that, Stephanie, and thanks for the advice!

The full bar is priced reasonably, with all craft beer selections on draft at a reasonable $5 (except for Coors heavy, which is $2). Since I was counting calories, I couldn’t enjoy a Bell’s or Angry Orchard, so I stuck with the tried-and-true Miller Lite, which is served in cans only. All domestics are in cans, and this is my only gripe. I don’t mind paying $3 for a bottle of Miller Lite/Bud Light/other American swill, but I do prefer it in a bottle. If I’m drinking from a can, I expect to pay a little less — like $2.50. But that’s just me, and I can easily get over it with a few more drinks.

Also, there’s a happy  hour from 4-6 p.m. and midnight-2 a.m. where all domestics are $2. I like that.

So next time you’re craving pizza and are near the Germantown neighborhood, stop by The Post. It’s right next door to Four Pegs on Goss Avenue.

The new Dundee Dip is still the old Dundee Dip, thank god!

OK, so I survived my first visit to the new Dundee Gastropub. Thankfully they didn’t change the interior of the bar/restaurant, and there were still lots of familiar faces bringing food and drinks. Of course I ordered the Dip as soon as I sat down, and while it’s served on a new white plate, I’m happy to report it is the same recipe. Whew!

The rest of the menu hovers on fancy bar food. I made a note to try the Chicken & Waffles when I’m more hungry, so I ended up splitting wings with my buddy Kevin. They were a lot better than what they had been, but still were nothing to write home about. I doubt I’ll order them again, but I may try the boneless option next I’m craving something hot.

My friend Laura got the BELT sandwich, which was a take on the BLT but added an egg. And my friend Courtney got a grilled cheese made with spare rib pork. The sandwiches were both delicious.

My one complaint is the price of the draft beer. For a pint of Miller Lite (only the best), it was $3.25. I’d say that’s a little much for a domestic draft — I’d be happy if it was $2.75, or even an even $3. That’s just me being cheap, I suppose.

I’m going to check out the new Dundee Tav — er, I mean Gastropub — tonight, and I’m slightly nervous. I get along with change about as much as Rosie O’Donnell gets along with Donald Trump. I’m worried it’s becoming too fancy, or that they’ve changed the Dundee Dip.

I shall report back here tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Horseshoes & Hand Grenades

Checked out Roux last night for a quick drink with a friend. It’s a New Orleans-inspired restaurant and bar in the Highlands.

I found a cozy seat at the quaint upstairs bar and marveled at the stocked bar. I perused the drink list and had to order the Horseshoes & Hand Grenades, because the Hand Grenade down at New Orleans’ Tropical Isle bar is one of my favorite drinks. Of course this isn’t a replica but more of a tribute — and it includes Old Forester bourbon, which the New Orleans version doesn’t, as far as I can remember.

I’d like to go back for the Hurricane and The Conjugal Visit. And the beignets. I had an order of three and they were delicious and messy, especially if you’re wearing black.