Spotted: Top Chef’s Spike at Good Stuff Eatery
8 Aug
a pin-up, a chef, and a girl who needs to brush her hair
Try not to be jealous, but CK, TK and I met Spike from Top Chef: Chicago (season 4). You know, the season where Lisa inexplicably made it to the final three? But I’m sooo over that…
I guess it’s totally not shocking that we accosted casually bumped into Spike in DC because he just opened a restaurant on Capitol Hill: Good Stuff Eatery. (And boy is that some good stuff.) But I guess I never really thought I’d be lucky enough to see him, because that stuff doesn’t happen to my celebrity-adoring self. Instead, I see Jimmy Fallon a couple hundred times when in NYC, and that’s it. But now I’m just totally off-topic.
CK, TK and I went for a quick dinner at the well-reviewed Good Stuff Eatery. I was torn between wanting one of the wedge salads or just going for the gold and getting a toasted marshmallow milkshake and spike’s village fries. Instead, as a compromise with a desire to at least pretend to want to be healthy, I went for the Free Range Turkey Burger (chunky avocado & sprouts, Muenster cheese & ruby tomato on a Pennsylvania Dutch whole wheat bun) and Spike’s Village Fries (topped with fresh thyme, rosemary & cracked pepper). DELISH! It was all super yummy. We all housed our food in record time. Plus, with the additions of the fabulous dips at the dipping bar (my fave: old bay mayo, but there were also chipotle and sriracha mayos), it was the perfect comfort food.
But I have to admit, I was distracted. I saw Spike downstairs when I was waiting for the food, but being classic MJ, I was too embarrassed to take the picture. I get like this sometimes all the time. I totally don’t mind following suit, but I cannot be the instigator. Similar situations happen to me at concerts when my more-brave-than-me friends try and sneak up to the front, and I all but die of embarrassment… only to quickly follow and enjoy the upgrade.
ANYWAY (sheesh, sorry for being so long winded), the food was kick-ass, but I was distracted. And so, TK offered to take the picture on our way out, if Spike was still there. Well, I must have done something good, because Spike was still there. TK grabbed the camera, headed over to Spike, and asked if he could take a picture of CK and me with Spike. And then, the stars aligned, the clouds parted, my wheezing stopped (TMI?), and the next thing I knew, I was taking a picture with Spike. Who was, by the way, so chill and hip. I feel like a tool saying that, but it’s true.
TK managed to not sound like an idiot, asking Spike how he liked DC, where his next restaurant would be opening (it’s a franchise), and sounding, you know, normal. Not me. I kept saying, “Congratulations on the restaurant,” and “The food was awesome,” and other lame sentences. Still, Spike was awesome.*
And the picture of us? Well, I think that is pretty awesome too.
* I know you’re thinking this really isn’t a big deal. But you know what? It was to me. And this is my blog. So deal.
Ummmmm are my jugs really that big?
The answer is yes. Yes they are.
Apparently, he’s the brother of a friend of a friend. Such a small world.
Um, obviously I need details on that one.
what was posh spice doing at good stuff?
I just wanted to say I really enjoyed this whole post.
Oh, Thanks! Really funny. keep working!