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Seeing as how, I am City Mitten… when I go to certain places, I make people do certain things. When I was in D.C. this past weekend, my one goal was to go to Ray’s Hell Burger in Arlington, VA. There were a few grumbles from a few friends who wanted to keep napping (seriously) but I eventually got the clan together and forced our way over to Ray’s. I mean Obama ate there recently.

Here is a photo of two of my homeboys waiting in line to go inside Ray’s Hell Burger. The significance is this: Ray’s looks like absolutely nothing. I mean look at the sign, zero branding. This is a place you would just walk by if you hadn’t somehow heard of it or if you didn’t see the line. And you wait outside in line before they let you inside to wait in another line to place your order. But it works. Very efficient.

See inside: nothing much either. There is a fancy map to the right with push pins for where their guests are from. Once you order and pay, the cashier hands you a number card. In a few minutes, food runners come out shouting the numbers and you’d better respond fast cause they don’t have all day.

The burgers are huge:

I got mine Au Poivre, which I had no idea what that meant, but several @foursquare users recommended it and it was DANG GREAT and a little spicy! Kind of perfect! They have tons and tons of options, but I typically like my burgers old school: lettuce, tomato, pickle. And ketchup. That’s all you need, baby. Boy, were these burgers good. And juicy, which also means messy. Which also means I got burger juice everywhere. It somehow ended up on my left hip and my friend P was like, “Um, how did it get there?” because my hands had been above the table the whole time. Does that mean juice was dripping from my arm? Maybe? Does that sound disgusting? A little. Was it? Not at all.

Here’s P with his vanilla milkshake (and new tattoo, that you can sort of see on his wrist):

And here’s three more of my fabulous friends enjoying the fury of a Ray’s Hell Burger:

Now I know they were happy I got them out of bed.

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Did you ever listen to Good Charlotte? You know, before they got huge and lost whatever it was that originally made them famous? Are they still playing? Who knows. But in high school, they were my band. So for this post, East Coast Anthem it is.

“Walking on the streets of D.C., on the East Coast, where I live…”

Okay, I was walking on the streets of D.C., but it’s not where I live. It’s where my friend Ben lives. This picture above is his home and it was huge and kind of awesome, even though you can’t tell from the picture of his front door and all the people standing in front of it. But it was nice.

I like these pictures of D.C. because it shows you how different all the homes were. They were all kinds of shapes and colors and they give the city a lot of character.

But the best part about where Ben lives in D.C. is that it’s close enough to walk to the White House. So we did:

We waved to Obama from the outside and pretended to take pictures for other tourists when they asked us to. Just kidding, we took pictures for them.

So that’s my first time back to D.C., y’all. I’m hoping to go back for the Cherry Blossom Festival in the spring. Holler to that. I hope you’ve enjoyed City Mitten: D.C. and next week we return to our regular programming with City Mitten: Restaurant Week. Hellz yeah.

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