I hadn’t gone back after the opening. I actually thought often avout going for dinner or drinks, but that always seemed to be on a Monday. You know how you always crave Chick-fil-A (if you’re Southern) on Sundays… well, Rookery was my Monday madness wish, I guess. But, without a place to grab a bite on a random Thursday, it finally happened. And it’s like I found Cheers.
We were sitting in the back corner… For a view? Yeah – of the Lakers/Spurs game that the Lakers were blowing – big time. That’s when the spottings started. If I ever wondered where those people (that weren’t living it up at Milano) were hanging on Thursday nights, now I’m in the know. A rookery is defined as a nesting ground for wild beasts… I found the ones I thought were in hibernation.
Checci was there to tell us about his new digs (after renovations we’ll have an additional P Street party spot). Andrea Van Dell was looking for some generous donors in the final weeks of her fundraising push for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. John Galligan was taking in the full benefits of Rookery membership. And that random woman was at the bar.. she finished her entire crossword 🙂
By the way, I had the white fish entree, and I highly recommend it. Pineapple dessert only gets one thumb up.
