In every major city across America there exists an iconic, step inside and partake in the flavors you'll only find in this neck of a cement jungle that truly isn't the same as in other far away arrangements of glass and steel buildings that serve as a legacy to people, long since gone, who pulled the e-brake on their wagon train or parked their wooden ship and declared 'here is where it's all going to happen'!
And you'll know of this eatery before you arrive having scoured the internet for must-do's and can't-miss's. You'll arrive excited with the other fanny-pack and brand new ball-cap wearing temporary transplants jockeying to partake in what THIS town has to offer. We all wear our bluest of collar's during these moments, being fully aware that the fare was first diced and assembled generations ago for a hungry crowd that maybe just worked a shift at the docks or did something meaningful and destined to endure. And, by their virtue, the food also endured. Over the generations, possibly millions have partaken and, by doing so, voted for this establishment to feed the future. Now, flash forward to you, the tourist of taste and smell, having arrived in your time machine fueled by a handful of greenbacks, ready to be the next link in this local phenom of food. And, if you're in Washington, DC, you might have chosen Ben's Chili Bowl as your destination.
The original Ben's Chili Bowl, an Iconic eatery in the District, opened in 1958 on U Street and was located exactly 1-mile from my first apartment in DC. Since then, having moved across town, I am now even closer to another franchise while remaining on the correct side of the Potomac. Yet, I had never walked those few steps to either. I was aware, but failed to show up. So... after years of being a Washingtonian, where did I choose to experience this exemplar eatery of the DMV? The airport. And it was a disappointment.
In a past life, I spent hundreds of days in Texas and other nearby sunbelt states who boast a religious experience concerning an amalgamation of ground beef, vegetables, legumes, and spices that comprise chili. In Texas, you'll descend into the fires of hell as comas are added to their Scoville Scores or ascend to heaven, balanced on the scales of flavor. But you won't find either at the DCA Ben's. The chili is fair at best and the spiciest item on the menu is the bubbles in the soda. This experience is likely my own fault, as I should have went to H or U street and not the cavernous halls of the weary traveler who lowers their expectations with every step they trudge through the soulless experience that is modern air travel. You're supposed to eat Ben's on U Street after a drink at the Alchemist, not in the airport after getting the side-eye from a TSA agent watching you hobble off your shoes before acquiescing to an exposure of radiation.
I've clearly made a mistake, and will keep my mind open enough to give the flagship Ben's Chili Bowl on U Street a try with the same enthusiasm I gave to Pink's Hot Dogs in LA or a Clam Chowder filled loaf of bread at Boudin's in SF. But, if you're at DCA, and need to grab a bite knowing your flight is long and 16 tiny pretzels won't do the job... you can do better than Ben's at the airport, I assure you. read more