Union Market — Attraction in Washington

Snowglo…NO-GO! ❄️🚫

I recently visited Snowglow at Union Market Hi-Lawn with my homegirls for a girls' night out, and let’s just say the experience was far from what’s hyped on social media. What you see online versus what you get in person is like comparing snowflakes to slush. 🌨️➡️💧

First, the prices were astronomical for what was offered. 💸 A friend ordered a drink that tasted like TheraFlu—seriously, it was barely drinkable! 😷🥤 As for the charcuterie board, calling it disappointing is an understatement. It was so tiny, it wouldn’t have satisfied a 5-year-old, let alone adults. 🧀🥖➡️🙄 Then came what they called "prawn shrimp." I think most know prawns to be—large and tasty….these were more like popcorn shrimp. 🍤😑 At least the waiter was honest in describing them, saying, “think popcorn,” but he forgot to mention there’d be more cauliflower than shrimp. 🥦🍤 If I wanted vegetables, I would’ve ordered a salad!

Adding insult to injury, the website promises a heated room, but that was far from the truth. We ended up asking for blankets because it was so cold. 🥶🪵 While the experience is supposed to last 90 minutes, last call came at 60 minutes, and by the 70-minute mark, we were all convinced the heat was turned off to "encourage" us to leave. Talk about “you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here”! 🕒❄️

The ambiance didn’t deliver the cozy winter magic it promised. For what you pay, you'd expect an unforgettable seasonal escape, but instead, it felt like a poorly staged Instagram trap. 📸✨❌

Save your money and skip this one. Snowglow? More...

Urban Food Lover's Paradise

In city alleys, where neon signs flicker, We find our haven—a culinary adventure. Concrete jungles yield flavors untamed, Where hunger meets pavement, and cravings are named.

I. Street Cart Symphony

Sidewalks hum with sizzling secrets, As vendors flip crepes and ladle curries. Spices dance in steam, a fragrant ballet, And foodies gather, their appetites in a hurry.

II. Midnight Noodles

When moonlight spills over late-night haunts, Noodle stalls beckon insomniac souls. Slurp ramen, twirl udon—life's tangled threads, Woven in soy broth, under neon glow.

III. Coffee Cathedrals

Espresso cathedrals rise at dawn, Baristas as priests, brewing salvation. Café noirs, cappuccino hymns, Sipped in reverence, a caffeinated revelation.

IV. Graffiti Bistros

Walls wear graffiti like edible tattoos, Menus scrawled in rebellion and ink. Burgers drip secrets, tacos confess, And the city bites back, refusing to shrink.

V. Sweet Escape

End the urban feast with sugar-laden dreams, Macarons, éclairs, and gelato streams. Bakery windows whisper promises, As we indulge in sweetness, lost in the seams.

VI. Foodie's Anthem (Reprise)

Raise your forks, your chopsticks, your hearts, Sing the foodie's anthem—a chorus of delight. For in this urban maze, we find communion, Where every bite is a love letter to our city's night.

Bon appétit, dear paradise, our bellies and...

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ A Real Urban Gem in the Heart of D.C.

I stumbled upon Union Market during a short weekend trip to D.C. I had just finished a long walk through the National Mall and was craving something local, real, and authentic — not your typical tourist trap food.

At first, I was overwhelmed. The place was buzzing with people, live music, and the smell of everything from tacos to Ethiopian coffee. I had trouble finding a seat, and the line at my chosen vendor — Puddin’ — was painfully long. For a moment, I considered leaving.

But then something beautiful happened.

A local guy, maybe in his 30s, noticed I looked lost and said, “Don’t sweat it, man. That’s just Union Market — loud, messy, but totally worth it.” He pointed me toward a quieter outdoor patio upstairs. And wow — not only did I find a perfect seat, but I got to enjoy my shrimp & grits while listening to a street saxophonist play Georgia On My Mind. It felt like something out of a movie.

Union Market isn’t perfect — it’s chaotic, packed, and you might wait a bit. But it’s alive. It’s human. It’s America in a microcosm: loud voices, friendly strangers, and flavor you’ll never forget.

Highly recommended for anyone wanting a real taste of D.C. — literally and culturally.

— Mohamed Alattar |...