I’m in D.C. for a class (hang on, the electrodes Rove is implanting are itching a bit) which finished about 6:30 tonight. I missed joining the rest for dinner because I had to work for a few hours first.

As I walked from my hotel through the GWU campus, looking for a light meal, I saw the neon sign of a Baja Fresh – a good Mexican fast-food chain that’s also near my house. I walked over, and just as I was about to cross the street, I saw a neon sign on a basement restaurant – El Chalan at 20th and I. It turns out to have yummy Peruvian food – a great chicken in peanut-garlic sauce made a much better dinner than a couple of soft tacos.

It’s largely luck, but it also helps to be willing to look.