Herndon, Virginia, April 6, 2009
AFTER A FLIGHT only momentarily interesting — when a woman decided she needed a cigaret when we were over Kansas, and got belligerent when told to cut it out right now — here we are on the ground in Herndon, VA, because it's too damn late to go on into Washington. The hotel restaurant is called Houlihan's, which of course makes me think of Lovely Houlihan's in Portland: but it's nothing like.
Still, a "Tuscan salad" (greens, canned white beans, tomato concassée, "balsamic" vinaigrette) and a fettucine Alfredo with chicken breast atop, that takes the edge off hunger.
house Pinot grigio