Encouraged by a post last week on the Prince of Petworth, Saturday night was all about four words: Ruby Tuesday. Salad bar. A visit to Ruby Tuesday has always been on The Heights Life's to do list (believe it or not), but there always seemed to be a better option when hungry. And I tend to associate Ruby Tuesday—and similar "casual dining establishments"—with suburban ennui. Well, I can report that my dinner was certainly not boring and it was mainly due to the salad bar. And mayonnaise. And a decent $3 beer.
OK, the mayonnaise, potatoes, and eggs option called "potato salad," and mayonnaise and apple combo (read: faux-Waldorf salad) were forgettable but it was an overall pleasant meal. And it's nice to have a fairly inconspicuous spot in the neighborhood. Who really ever expects to have a meal at Ruby Tuesday? As my dining companions noted that there were a lot of quiet, dark corners in the restaurant, I quipped it could be the Hamburger Hamlet of Columbia Heights.
So take note, if you have a date you don't want to be seen in public with, or need to meet with a 21st century Deep Throat, head up to Ruby Tuesday on 14th and Monroe. No one will suspect a thing.