I would probably then head to the National Portrait Gallery. The light in the atrium in the morning is like silly beautiful. Forget about the fact that there’s all the artwork there too. If I could take my runny egg sandwich and my mint cold brew and I could go sit there and enjoy it, I would do that. I would do some brainstorming there, maybe, but that sounds so Gwyneth Paltrow-Goop aspirational. I don’t know if that’s really my life.
I would go shopping, which sounds so glorious, at any vintage clothing store. Right now I love Buffalo Exchange. I used to go to Meeps in Adams Morgan all the time. I get inspired by items: To me, it’s like going to a museum.
I would head to The Wharf and I would eat at Hank’s Oyster Bar: some oysters and a lobster roll and a delicious glass of white wine and fries until I can’t breathe.
I’m going to Artechouse, where you can veg out. They have the giant beanbags. For me, it’s better than a movie. It’s immersive digital art; there’s a million different ways you can look at it. I think it’s pretty dreamy.
I think it’s cocktail hour. One of my all-time favorite cocktails is the Mayahuel at Espita. It’s basically a margarita with mezcal, but it’s not a margarita. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s decadent — I think about it all the time.
Right now, Poca Madre is my dinner of choice. There’s a mole dish, they have this “not guacamole,” everything’s good. They have a risotto that’s amazing. There’s an amazing dessert — I don’t typically remember a dessert to the extent that I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s called a suspiro; it’s a twist on a Peruvian dessert. It’s like somebody took cereal — I’m butchering this and they’d probably be very upset by this — and put it in a bowl with the most delicious ice cream. I could just have that for dinner.
Eighteenth Street Lounge would be a good time. Live music or any ability to just go shake it somewhere would be great.
I would then go stay at some delicious, glorious hotel — something ridiculous.