In case you food-porn addicts forgot, Rasika in D.C. serves some of the best Indian food ever enjoyed by Chairman Mao and my very own Jiang Qing.
I made a reservation for Monday night at 7 (it’s nearly impossible to get in between 6 and 8 p.m. on the weekends). This was the only sure way to avoid a long wait at this popular food snob hangout. There was barely any traffic thanks to the U.S.-Africa Summit scaring away so many usual commuters, so we easily made our way into the city from across the 14th Street Bridge and quickly found a parking spot a half-block away from Rasika’s Penn Quarter location.
We enjoyed a plate of crunchy-and-creamy Palak Chaat as our appetizer, along with a side of warm naan. For my entree, I had the Parsi Lamb Rassa – minced lamb in a sharp tomato sauce that made my nose sweat – while the wife dug into the Gohbi Mattar – cauliflower with green peas, cumin and ginger. Jasmine rice provided a soft landing for both spicy dishes.
We thought the sequel might’ve been better than the original. Maybe it’ll take a third visit before we suffer a letdown. The sooner, the better. Rasika makes the list of places to take friends visiting from out of town.
To wrap up, I was going to try to make a terrible pun about the India-Pakistan Line of Control in Kashmir, or riff off Jay Z’s clarification when he was talking about “red dot or feather” Indians in his version of “Girls, Girls, Girls.”
Instead, I’ll go to sleep. Eat at Rasika, soon.