Thursday Doors – Random DC Doors

Thursday doors with a difference. Actually, if you’re counting, there are two differences today. First, as the title implies, today’s doors are more of a random collection of doors that I liked, rather than doors with a history that I understand. I have some of those doors, too, but I don’t understand them yet.

I was in Washington, DC – our nation’s capital – last week for a series of meetings. I had medium length walks to and from the Metro Stations, and I had a little bit of time between meetings. I explored the streets along my route, and, when everything wrapped up on Friday, I did a little sightseeing. DC is a wonderful city. It’s full of history and art and construction and demolition and heat and humidity and rain. In addition to a few places worth studying, I snapped a bunch of doors that just caught my eye. That’s what you get in today’s first gallery. Some of those doors are from places I ate. That leads me to the second difference.

Today’s second, and smaller gallery, contains a few food photos. These are for the women who have been calling me out for talking about eating, but not showing pictures. If you need proof of the fact that I eat, I could include a shirtless selfie…no, I didn’t think so. Anyway, despite feeling very self-conscious doing it, I took a few food pictures. One photo has been included especially for Marian, since it also serves as proof that I eat Kale – YES, I said Kale. Don’t look for many food pictures in the future, as I either never think to take them, or taking them would make me, or others uncomfortable. I didn’t included a photo of a sliding door in a dimly lit dining room, because there were too many people in the photo. I was eating pasta with a ragu that included Broccolini – yes, Kale and Broccolini in the span of three days.

St. Mary’s church was right around the corner from my hotel.

A friend introduced me to Fado’s on an earlier visit to D.C. It wasn’t far from my hotel, and, although my schedule meant eating alone, it was still worth a stop.

I like the 1/3 – 2/3 split on this simple wooden door.

I love the oversized hinges on this great wooden door.

As soon as I spied this door, set into the corner, I knew I would be including it.

The mother ship of the Teamsters

This firehouse was across the street from my hotel.

St. Mary’s church. Stone walls and a wooden door.

I’m going to call that a door. Norm may veto this decision, but it also gave me a chance to include a crane.

I don’t know anything about this door, beyond the fact that I like it a lot.

There has to be a door in there. I passed this building twice a day. I have a lot of photos, but I like this one the best.

On my way back to my hotel, I actually picked this place because of its doors.

As I walked up to Clyde’s, I decided that, with all that wood, it had to be good. It was.

This post is part of Norm Frampton’s fun and exciting series: Thursday Doors. If you want to get in on the fun, all you need is a door, a photo of a door, a painting of a door or a story about a door. Norm seems to allow gates and portals too, and, “Thursday” means “sometime before noon on Saturday.” That’s how they roll up in Canada. So, hop on over to Norm’s. Once you look at Norm’s doors, you can look at everyone else’s doors and, maybe add your own. Norm also made us aware of The Story Behind a Door challenge this week.

Hey, it’s food.

My favorite meal at Fado’s is their simple Corn Beef and Cabbage.

Dinner at Clyde’s. Pasta, Sausage and Kale.

I don’t like Manhattan clam chowder, so when I saw this bowl of Crab Chowder, I was worried. It was delicious.