This afternoon Drew and I decided to grab a quick lunch before we jumped over to VA for a bit of shopping. Yes, it’s a holiday weekend. Yes, it was about 70 degrees today. Why I didn’t think that would correlate with EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN AND AROUND DC BEING OUTSIDE TODAY, I don’t know. But everyone was out. There was hardly a parking space and Dupont restaurants were packed.

We ended up at Trio’s.

Now, for the non-DC people who read my blog you need to understand what kind of place Trio’s Fox and Hounds is. Close your eyes and imagine that place in your neighborhood that serves the strong STRONG drinks, for a fair price, and has great people watching. It’s the place people go for happy hours and/or to pre-party before going out and has a mix of straight/gay, political/non-political, and chic/dumpy. It doesn’t have the best service (as vividblurry can attest to), but nonetheless you often find yourself there meeting up with friends.

Even though they serve food, you never really eat there. I mean once in a while you’ll order a grilled cheese or some chips and salsa, but the idea of eating there somehow makes you uneasy. You can’t explain why…it just does.

Welcome to Trio’s.

Well, today I got my answer. Drew and I sat ourselves and ordered lunch. He got a sandwich and I got steak tips over rice. I got to choose a vegetable side. Oooh, a vegetable side. My lucky day.

As we sat there waiting for our food I noticed Andrew Sullivan was also dining outside. How neat…a sort-of-celebrity sighting. We were relaxed and enjoying the beautiful day and the cute boys walking by.

And then our food came out.

As I tasted my - yes, I am about to be caddy - scary looking pile of soupy beef juice like steak tips and gooey onions (which I hate) I looked up at Drew and saw him enjoying his sandwich. Bitch. And then I glanced over at my vegetable side - possibly the savior of my meal - and realized I had an uninvited guest for lunch.

A roach. In my vegetable side. As in cooked - steamed - IN MY VEGETABLE SIDE.

Gross.

Granted, I understand this stuff happens. I understand I’ve probably eaten tons of bugs at restaurants and have never known about it. I get that. But when you are staring eye to eyes with a roach…you kinda get grossed out.

So I casually say to a passing waitress, “excuse me but there is a roach in my food.” What does she do? “OMG - Ahh!!” And runs away. Then another waitress comes out and profusely apologizes and takes my food away. She asks to get me something else.

“I’m good,” I say with a smile.

We didn’t end up getting charged for lunch - which I expected - but I’m glad they were so willing to write it off.

I doubt I’ll be eating there again any time soon. Drinking? Yes. Eating? No.