cafe bonaparte

Sometimes, in the middle of something, it hits me that I’ll never get it again. It happened when I came home from my run last night and was stretching outside, when my dog saw me through the window and, after I came in to get him, jumped on the chair, my legs, the door, running to his leash when I told him to; also on Monday night, while I drove home in constant rain, after baking cookies at my brother’s apartment while the Internet guy drilled a hole in his wall; and when I overheard kids behind me on the airplane Sunday afternoon, asking their dad if D.C. was bigger or smaller than Illinois? And could all of Bethesda and all of D.C. fit inside Illinois with room to spare?

It’s like, no matter how hard or frustrating or just very good something is, you’ve got to take it, arms wide open, because it’s yours, now.

inside cafe bonaparte

Like this last weekend. Even if I tried very hard, I probably couldn’t book a top-floor hotel room at Hotel Palomar in DuPont Circle again and, even less likely, for no charge because of the right amount of credit card rewards. I couldn’t re-create the weather, or the people we met, or the way I stumbled upon a farmers’ market on my Sunday morning jog. It’s very possible, in fact, that if you went to D.C., you’d have a totally different experience, and you’d come back saying what a crazy place that was, like I did when I went to San Francisco last year, just because of the temperatures changing so much and my getting sick on the last day.

Still, though. I feel pretty sure about one thing, and that is this: You’d like Café Bonaparte. I’d put money on it.

You’d like it, at least, if you like France, or very good food, or excellent service from smiling servers in black-and-white striped shirts, set amongst a long black bar and brightly colored walls with photos of Paris.

burger at bonaparte

In one way, we found Café Bonaparte by accident: my brother, his coworker Jen and I came for Georgetown’s French market Friday morning, and we were hungry for a meal, and there was the restaurant, straight ahead of us. In another way, we found it by fate: two of my friends who had visited a few weeks earlier had recommended it, even though I’d forgotten the e-mail and missed a later text message.

dessert at bonaparte

Stepping into Café Bonaparte in Georgetown is like stepping into France. I haven’t been to France since, gosh, 2000? Even then, I wasn’t there long, but I remember enough to feel confident that this place is like it, or at least my experience with it. The dining area is small—very small—but the servers will take your name and tell you when to come back, and they’ll find you a spot. Friday, there were fresh crepes being made outside, on those large circular irons that turn the liquid batter into thin, sweet dough, and you could get some to go, on paper plates, while you walked through the sidewalk sales.

I ordered a burger, thick and juicy, set on a golden brioche roll and topped with lettuce and a fresh tomato. On the side were hand-cut homemade seasoned fries, crispy to the touch and hot and soft inside. Adam ordered a savory crepe, and Jen got a grilled chicken sandwich—we were all raving. Afterwards, we even ordered desserts, seeing as it was vacation and all, and, you know, we’d never get that day again.

 

Cafe Bonaparte
1522 Wisconsin Ave NW
Washington, DC 20007
202-333-8830
http://www.cafebonaparte.com/index.html

Shanna Mallon

Shanna Mallon started Food Loves Writing back in 2008, as a way to remember her grandma and write about her life through food. Since then it's become a place leading her to a lifestyle of eating whole foods, a new home in Nashville and the love of her life, Tim. Follow Shanna on Twitter @foodloves, keep up with Food Loves Writing on Facebook and stay inspired with the monthly newsletter.

This Post Has 7 Comments

  1. Emily

    This sounds like a wonderful place!
    I do love those moments when you become aware, right then, about how beautiful something is and how you can then take special care to remember some finer details.
    Great writing, too :)
    ~ Emily.

  2. Wendi

    I’m so glad you “accidentally” found Cafe Bonaparte and enjoyed it…. never mind the fact that you didn’t think enough of my recommendation to “remember” it. :-)

  3. Shannalee

    Carolyn & Emily – thanks for your kind words!

    Wendi – Ha ha! Like I e-mailed you, I’m sorry! The truth is that we got so many recommendations, and I had no frame of reference to remember any of them, so I’d just forward them to Adam and let him figure it all out. You were so right about this cafe though, and thanks!

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  5. Josie

    I ate right around the corner at Obelisk in D.C when I was there and I saw this place and was a little intrigued. I love little cafe type places. This looks great! I’ll have to try it on my next trip back

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