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This Week’s Greatest Hits on the Young & Hungry Blog
There’s no mistaking that Young & Hungry readers love their beer. They love it in a glass. They love it in a growler. And they love it in print. The single most-read item of the week — by a wide, wide margin — was Beerspotter Orr Shtuhl’s post on the inaugural D.C. Beer Week.
I predict it will remain a popular post for awhile, too. Because Shtuhl’s constantly updating it as new information arises. Keep it bookmarked.
Here’s what Y&H readers liked this week:
- Another D.C. Beer Week? Yes, Please.
- Strip Club Food: Not as Nasty as You’d Think
- Spike Mendelsohn Evicted from His Capitol Hill Rental House (A surprise returnee to the list, likely due to the First Lady’s recent visit to Good Stuff Eatery.)
- Birch & Barley Should Tap Its First Keg in September
- Is the ‘Times’ Saying Anonymity Doesn’t Matter Anymore in a Dining Critic?
This Week’s Greatest Hits on the Young & Hungry Blog

Most folks saw the Beer Summit as a chance to talk race relations in America. The readers of Y&H saw it as a chance to bash the participants for their lousy taste in brew.
Orr Shtuhl’s post on the suds summit was the runaway hit of the week, but his follow-up on Obama’s disastrous taste in light quaffs just barely missed the cut, which makes me think Y&H readers have some deep-seated desire to push the president around.
The rest of the week’s hits:
- Obama’s Beer Meeting: Let the Lobbying Begin!
- Strip Club Food: Not as Nasty as You’d Think
- Chinatown Coffee Co. Opened for Business Today
- Follow That Cheese: Whole Foods Burrata Not Made in House After All
- Michelle Obama and Company Dined at The Majestic on Thursday
Photo by √oxéfx via Flickr Creative Commons Attribution License
Strip Club Food: Not as Nasty as You’d Think
As part of yesterday’s Sex and the City Paper experiment, Y&H got the privilege of eating in front of naked women. I had lunch at Camelot Show Bar and, at the urging of a certain restaurateur known to date strippers, I ate dinner at the innocuous-sounding Crystal City Restaurant.
My stomach is fine this morning. My conscience is still a little bruised.
You can read about my adventures in strip-club cuisine in four easy installments below. But one final note before you do.





