I went to CommonWealth on Thursday for the latest round of dinner with the ladies, CK and DW style. Thursday was such a busy day, so a nice dinner out was just what I needed. I didn’t need the Oops-where-is-my-car incident that preceded dinner, but no worries all – I located it the next day. Big upps to the DC DMV for the “courtesy tow” that I neither request nor appreciated.

ANYWAY

I was stoked to try it after the many fine reviews I’d read, and I’m pleased to report that CommonWealth didn’t let me down. Not even a little bit.

I started with sharing scotch eggs with CK (after two beers, that is):

Happiness is a scotch egg.

I cannot say enough about how delish these little slices of fried heaven are. And look how they’re served:

totes ador

I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I wonder if I could use a get-up like that for my world-famous deviled eggs?

And then, because I had a hunger that couldn’t be stopped by scotch eggs alone, I ordered the Butcher’s Breakfast. What’s in that, you ask? EVERYTHING. (2 poached eggs, streaky bacon, black pudding, Surrey ham and pork ‘n beans)

It was my first run in with black pudding and I can assure you, it won’t be my last. Thanks for the extra nudge, SC.

Also, our kick-ass waitress made things that much better. So I’ll definitely be going back. (Because our president-elect is Obama and yes i can!)

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