Chinatown!!

I didn't plan on doing anything today, but then my roommate asked me if I wanted to go to Chinatown in DC. Well, the obvious answer was yes and I am glad it was. This isn't "the" Chinatown but it was one of them plus they were celebrating the new year. It was hard enough getting on the metro because we sprinted so we didn't miss it and when we were getting off of the metro in Chinatown the metro doors started to close on us but we held them long enough so they would open back up. We ate at Chinatown Express Restaurant, which looked like a small place from the inside but was like three floors up. It was hard enough for us to find a seat and when the waitress found us one she asked us to get up and find another seat so it wasn't so crowded. Before we ordered there was hot tea already at our table. I am pretty sure that this tea was the best tea I have had in awhile. I decided to order the Duck Roasted Rice and a side of Wonton Soup. The duck was delicious and hard to describe the taste. I guess I would say that it tasted like chicken with a sweet taste, and it was a smoother-layered type of meat. The Wonton Soup was basically three noodles that resembled a Perogi, except it was filled with pork, and it was in a hot broth with some vegetables. To be honest it smelled like a men's locker room with the smell of body odor, but don't let your nose judge the taste because the soup was delicious. All of this was a little over 10 dollars, totally worth it. After eating we went into urban outfitters to look at clothes that was overpriced, and then we seen a Chinese dragon dancing on the sidewalk, and a homeless man playing "drums" with pails and a stick. From Chinatown we walked to the White House which was beautiful at night and a first for my roommate. From the White House we walked to the Washington Monument, touched it, and then went to the Lincoln Memorial and discovered there is a museum sort of thing under the memorial about President Lincoln and many photos. Not a bad night for a Saturday, my only complaint would be that my legs are tired.

-George Schweigart