We love women we can admire in a variety of professions and fields of business, but our favorite women are probably the ones we have right here on our own team. We love building each other up, helping each other out and bringing more cool ladies onto the team. That’s why I am honored and excited to announce that we are adding a new editor and city to the L&C family: our Washington DC Editor Kiki (or Kirsten if we’re at the office) Schmitz.
I have had the seriously lucky experience to have known and been friends with Kiki for almost a decade (yes, we are getting old) and I can promise lots of funny quips, delicious brunches, great reads and obscure pop culture and rap references are coming your way. Kiki, it might not be as prestigious as writing the Vitamin Water bottle descriptions, but we can’t wait to hear what you have to say…
Guys, when Kaleigh asked me if I wanted to write for L&C, she didn’t mention the anxiety-inducing introductory post. It was more like, hey, you wanna take a break from fighting the good fight at your nonprofit job and write book reviews on Wednesday nights? I was an easy sell. That said, apparently people want to know exactly who is pushing Junot Diaz, and so now I’m struggling to type up enough personal details to be relatable, but also not something I’ll find embarrassing in three weeks. These things have NO shelf-life. Can I just put “old Kanye, new Bieber?”
I’m Kiki, and I’ve taken the long way to my current home in Washington, DC. I grew up in the Chicago suburbs, went to journalism school in the middle of Missouri, lived the dream teaching middle school English in Dallas, and wrapped up a graduate degree in Rhode Island. I’m excited to (hopefully) stick around the capital for a while, and am eager to take well-lit pictures of omelettes.
I’m new to DC, in that I’m still a little surprised when the red line is single tracking during rush hour, so the following recommendations are definitely a work in progress. That said, it didn’t take long for me to find a few favorites.
Fiola Mare is definitely a little bougie, and the price point is more birthday dinner than breakfast. It’s worth it. Think bottomless bellinis, pastry baskets, and a dessert course. Eat blueberry ice cream before noonwith your girliest friend, and then take a solid nap.
Sometimes you want to move past the whole standing on a mile-long escalator reading the Skimm at8:56 AM thing. I love a good independent bookstore, and DC has several. Kramerbooks‘ Dupont Circle location means I can pick up a new book on my lunch break; the fact that their next five readings are by female authors is just a bonus.
Thai X-ing‘s fixed menu makes my indecisive Libra heart sing. Make reservations in advance online, and start dreaming about pumpkin curry. Both locations are great, but the Ninth Street NW space has a BYOB option in perfect proximity to U Street.
What would a DC list be without a Smithsonian or seven? Paying homage to the original selfie, I’m partial to the National Portrait Gallery, which shares a building with the American Art Museum. That’s two free admissions for the price of one, though not as much insta-bait as Renwick.
My roommates and I are fairly diligent ClassPass devotees (don’t hold me to that statement; it’s February), and Melissa’s Epiclates class at Epic Yoga DC is our Monday routine. We spend the first five minutes of class laughing at Melissa’s jokes and gleefully mouthing “LOVE HER!” to each other. We spend the remaining 50 reasonably sweaty, and usually two steps behind whatever Janet Jackson cardio sequence we’re supposed to have mastered five classes in. Still uncertain about what Epiclates really is, but there’s a heel tap dance portion that seems vaguely Texan, a lot of downward dogs, and the kind of barre work that makes your quads shake a little. Y’all should go.