Night of the Zombie

Posted June 15, 2011 by - Mary Kong-DeVito in The Loving Spoonful

It was the darkest and hottest of nights. The air was thick with humidity and the streets were nearly empty. It was a Tuesday night and I was on the patio of Bar Pilar, delicately eating my pan-fried calf brains ($8) with the graceful zeal of a Katana sword-wielding, Regency era woman in England, à la Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

The knife glides easily through the crisp, breaded patty that hides within it white matter, which is whisper-soft like silken tofu. Yet like all flesh, there is a lusciousness of fat, an earthiness in flavor enhanced by the saltiness of the caper brown sauce.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”

Naturally, if I were a genteel woman in 19th-century England trained to fight off hordes of the undead, I would not be in possession of brains of any sort. But if they were as lush and buttery as they are at Bar Pilar, perhaps I would reconsider.

Bar Pilar
1833 14th Street NW
Washington, DC 20009
202.265.1751

Monday to Friday 5-10 pm
Saturday and Sunday brunch starting at 11am and ending at 4pm for dinner service.

Metro: Green Line to U Street/Cardozo

About the Author

- Mary Kong-DeVito

Founder/Editor-in-Chief. Mary grew up in New York where the food-centric city and her family's restaurants were literally her playground. Instead of eating dirt, she ate duck blood and rotten eggs. You never know what you'll find on the sidewalks. Mary is a veteran of the spa industry who's worked on celebrities such as Barbra Streisand, Vanessa Williams and Jane Krakowski. Her writing has appeared in DC Magazine, Washington Post Express, Scoutmob and Washington City Paper. She eats "normal" stuff too, like cheeseburgers. Kangaroo cheeseburgers.