The weekend votes to recommit.
The Ritz Georgetown has made a bold play in the competition for your happy hour attention: free s'mores. Beginning today at 6, the kitchen debuts its own recipe—baguette French toast instead of graham crackers, melted French Valrhona chocolate and house-made marshmallow—next to the fire in its upscale ski lodge of a lobby. It beats a bowl of peanuts.
Upgrade your boots, trade in your bindings or just recycle that pair of glorified 2x4s from the '70s that still hang in your closet, as the ski and snowboard retailer hosts its annual used-gear and apparel swap. It's run by the Whitetail Ski Patrol so they can cart you away in a sled if the excitement becomes too much.
The French are always going on about their terroir, and for once, we're okay with it because we're storming their castle. This Saturday, drop by the French Embassy's La Maison Française, where they're hosting a dozen-plus top champagne houses, pouring their potions all evening. We predict your experience will have notes of green apple and honeysuckle, and your morning will have strong notes of tomato juice and black pepper vodka.
Your post-midnight photography—usually involving a boudoir and the daughter of a foreign diplomat we'd rather not mention—is not really for public consumption. But on Saturday, it's time to share. From 6pm to 6am, shoot whatever you fancy, and the editors of Fotoweek DC will display one photo from each amateur lensman for the rest of the weeklong festival. Who knows, this could be your chance to see Rahm Emanuel's dog portraiture—but probably not his boudoir work.
The 'Skins are working for tips Monday, as they take over the front of the house at Morton's in Reston for charity. In other words, you might see Clinton Portis fumbling your bread, Albert Haynesworth clogging up the service bar and Jim Zorn barking out unintelligible signals about table 45's medium-rare porterhouse. Anti-Snyder signs will not be confiscated.
