Just Us.

I decided to take Ava to Ferd's work on Friday. We had lunch at daddy's work and spent the day in DC shopping and walking around until Ferd got off. By the time we finished strolling around the city, we had built up an appetite and decided to go to Pasta Mia in Adams Morgan. If you are unaware of this tiny gem in DC, you don't know what you are missing. The restaurant is small and family-owned. The chef cooks in the order of people seated.. meaning, he'll cook for us first (we were first in line) then moves on to the next, and so on and so forth. If you were fifth in line, you could easily wait another hour in the restaurant before a waiter even sees you. They are only open Tues-Sat from 6:30 to whenever. They don't answer their phone (that is if they even have one), no substitutions allowed, cash only- no credit cards, no reservations, no seating until entire party is present, and get this... the line outside the restaurant begins at or around 5 pm. Yes, we waited that long. By 6pm, there were easily about 45 people in line. By 6:30pm, the line was nearly wrapped around the corner of the block.


Clams and spicy pasta sauce

Bolognese