Washington. More than once, I gave the boys sufficient cash to eat all they wanted of whatever they wanted, and left them to enjoy the theater of sweating, theatrical alpha-type grillers holding forth at a circular communal fire pavilion. Then we grown-ups went to dine somewhere more refined nearby.
In recent years, the acrid scent has diminished. And a few months ago, the Observer was contacted by a publicist promoting appealing-sounding new dishes like lettuce-wrap fish tacos, Tuscan chicken, and basil and charred tomato pasta. Had the whole macho, warrior-sword, fiery feast scene given way suddenly to, gasp, civilization?
Well, yes and no. A Sunday lunch confirmed that bd's has changed for the better in some substantive ways. First and foremost, healthy foods are readily available, including brown rice and an extensive salad bar with more than a dozen appetizingly crisp veggies, all free with your entree bowl.