Two Weeks Matrimony = Buffalo Two Ways

Enjoying a bright and sunny lazy Saturday in our nation's capitol, M'lady & I celebrated our second week of marriage (and the end of my cold) with a four mile walk to the national mall. Apparently there is some hubbub of some sort relating to Monday's inauguration. In addition to enjoying copious flags, fences, and t-shirt vendors, we made our way to the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian.

The Museum had all kinds of performances by indigenous groups that were enjoyed. More importantly, the museum also had what its staff rightfully described as the best cafeteria in any Smithsonian institution. Overwhelmed by multiple stations representing different regions's native peoples' cuisine, and swarmed by mobs of viciously hungry tourists, and thwarted by an empty soup vat,we finally made our way to a couple stations. I wish I could tell you what culture the food represented, but given the wave of sensory information within that cafeteria, it's a miracle that we are not still there deciding what to get -  searching for the registers.

I enjoyed a really wonderful pulled buffalo sandwich that came with a side of wonderfully not sweet slaw which quickly found its way onto my sandwich (a la Memphis BBQ). Molly had a buffalo chili that was tasty even if not remarkable. She also had a succotash (not too sure what that means) made of fava beans, some other kind of bean and very fresh corn. It was fresh and delightful. A good time was had.