Restaurant Review: Busboys and Poets

Sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. I've been out of town on the east coast. This week on pandagrub we are going to be doing a restaurant review of Busboys and Poets.The address of Busboys and Poets is 1025 5th Street NW, Washington, D.C.

The twin pandas in the picture above are named Plum and Blossom. Plum is on the left, and belongs to my Aunt Tina, and Blossom, who belongs to me, is on the right. They are sitting with my dish, the grilled chicken panini. I thought that this was one of the best paninis that I've ever had because the chicken was cooked perfectly and the bread was crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside.

 Now Plum and Blossom are sitting with my Aunt Tina's dish. She ordered the homemade meatloaf. She especially enjoyed the garlic- herb mashed potatoes due to their perfect seasoning.

Plum and Blossom are now sitting with my dad's dish, the shrimp and grits. My dad enjoyed the shrimp as it was cooked perfectly and because it was engulfed in a creamy cajun sauce. 

 Plum and Blossom are sitting with my brother's dish. He ordered the blackened salmon. My brother enjoyed the perfect seasoning on the salmon and the delicious wild rice.

Now Plum and Blossom are sitting with the final dish of the day, my Aunt Doris's dish. My Aunt ordered the fried chicken with mashed potatoes. She thought that the chicken was very moist and tender. She also thought that the mashed potatoes were superb.
Busboys and Poets is a special restaurant because it's a haven for progressive political and social movements. In addition to serving great food they also have great community events. I enjoyed this restaurant and my trip to Washington, D.C. and I hope that I can go there again. Just by reading the menu I learned about a poet named Langston Hughes, here is one of his poems.

I, Too

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.

Tomorrow,

I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”

Then.

Besides,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed—

I, too, am America