To me, D.C., like any big city, is about finding the hidden treasure.
You know, the kind of place that you stumble upon one day out of nowhere, only to discover that its an absolute gem.
It was about five months ago that one of these wonderfully coincidental occurences happened to me.
It was some time in April and I was walking from the Dupont Circle Metro over to Georgetown. I began walking down 19th Street, and then to save time, I took a right just before Mai Thai into that little side alley that connects 19th to 20th Street.
And there it was.
There was no big awning, nor eye-catching lights. There was a door...just a door.
And above that oh so non-descript door was a small hanging sign that read “The Well Dressed Burrito”.
It was not the first time I had heard of WDB, just the first time I had seen it in the flesh.