clyde's, you're all right

When the sh*t hits the fan, so to speak, it's nice to know there's a place in DC that's roomy enough to accommodate a party that not only plans to throw its proverbial poo at the fan, but one that seemingly had been collecting it for years in order to stick it in a cannon then blast it all on in one single, explosive half-hour period.

Clyde's of Chinatown, you're an admirable friend in this world. You handle other people's shambles like a champ.

Moreover, you also handle my technology shambles like an honest, law-abiding citizen. Despite that your innards are large enough to house a staff of probably 100, when I left my phone on the table in a quick effort to skip out on the sh*tshow inside, you could've easily taken it. But no, you stuck it in the lost and found and when I identified it the next day as "the one with the background picture of several cans of beans," you didn't even laugh at me. (Which, actually, now that I think about it, is kind of weird. I mean, beans. Seriously.) But instead, you said to me, "Well, that certainly makes it easier for us to identify it for you!" and smiled.

Clyde's you're like Lennie from Of Mice and Men, except without all the accidental murdering. Nope, you're just a big, ol' softie trying to make it in this world. And that's A-OK with me.

Also, it doesn't hurt that your jerk chicken wrap is delicious and economical.

Clyde's, I'll say it again -- you're all right. So all right, in fact, that you're about to receive the Anti DC Official Least Worst Award! Enjoy this Blithering Eagle of Freedom because you've [accidentally] earned it!