Art and Tapas in Georgetown
My friend, Laurie, joined me for an evening of firsts in Georgetown on Friday that excluded all the predictable neighborhood attractions. This meant no Third Edition, no walks along the waterfront, and no ironic shirt collars.
I went to my first art gallery opening at the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA). Despite the abundance of museums and galleries in DC, I never consider them potential evening venues. A quick search reveals that gallery openings in this city occur monthly, sometimes weekly, usually at no or negligible cost, and almost always with cocktails. When Jason over at DCFUD invited me to the opening reception, I eagerly accepted.
We nearly missed finding MOCA because it’s tucked inside a courtyard that houses several other galleries away from the main street. For a small gallery there was an impressive turnout of artists, models, and enthusiasts. As a psychology major I don’t claim artisitic talent, so while I have always wanted to go to a gallery event I was hesitant because I don’t share a common creative background. Not the case at all – the artists were very open to discussing their work.
While DC does have a few modern art museums, I don’t know of any other museums here quite like this one. As a nonprofit organization, MOCA is devoted to local fringe artists and principally exhibits work that would not be accepted in a mainstream gallery. In this case the risque work was Heads or Tails, an annual exhibit now in its fifth year. The collection features portraits (the heads) and bodies (the tails) created through varied media such as figure drawings, paintings, and photographs. The event was particularly unique because many of the models appeared beside their corresponding depiction for real-time comparisons.
Being DC, political agenda permeated the art.
Heads or Tails continues through November 27th. I recommend a visit to see where DC’s experimental art community thrives.
In addition to MOCA, I must have strolled past Bodega a number of times without taking notice. Situated in the middle of Georgetown on M Street, Bodega is a Spanish tapas restaurant and lounge. The décor is funky with mismatched black and white patterns, red chandeliers, and hanging cattle skulls.
I rarely find Spanish tapas filling and worth the cost, and unfortunately Bodega didn’t persuade me otherwise. I ordered the Catalonian Tomato Bread with Manchego cheese and Grilled Chicken Skewer Served with a Spicy Pepper Emulsion Sauce. Laurie had the Roasted Beets Salad with Spinach, Oranges, and Onions Tossed in Sherry Vinaigrette and the Golden Fried Chicken Croquettes.
Bodega seems to rely on its central location for success rather than quality of food. Everything was extremely simple, required generous shakes of salt and pepper, and could be replicated in your own kitchen. The croquettes had a texture of whipped potatoes and were at least a little interesting. Plus, anything fried is delicious, right? The sangria was fairly tasty, though we both grimaced on the occasional tough orange rind.
While the restaurant wasn’t convincing, I appreciate that I can find Spanish tapas and a host of other ethnic cuisines in this city. What else do I have yet to try in Georgetown?
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