🍳 A Taste of Goodbye Before Leaving DC

The first time I stepped into Tabard Inn for brunch, I was with wjy 🧡. That warm orange-infused mini muffin 🧁 completely captivated me — its delicate crumb and bright citrus aroma felt like a morning hug. From that day on, Tabard Inn became my Sunday sanctuary, my reliable brunch haven in the heart of DC. Ten years have woven their story here 🌆. Friends who once gathered around these cozy tables with me have gradually scattered across the map 🗺️. The menu, too, has evolved — dishes came and went, each season bringing something new, yet quietly retiring old favorites 📜. The beloved bottomless orange mini muffins vanished during the pandemic 😢, leaving a small but distinct void. Recently, they reappeared — reimagined as coffee mini cakes ☕🍰, a sweet, subtle homage to the past. Through it all, the Tabard donut 🍩 remained, still glazed to perfection, still the highlight of every visit. Even the plates seemed to grow more thoughtful — delicate, patterned, framing each meal like a memory. Now, it's my turn to say goodbye to DC 🧳. On my last visit, I ordered the shrimp & grits 🍤, a dish I once loved. The creamy grits were still comforting, the shrimp tender — but something was missing. That smoky, savory sausage 🌭 that used to tie it all together was gone, and with it, a trace of what made the dish truly special. Flavors shift. People depart. Cities transform, never pausing. Yet certain places, like Tabard Inn, hold quiet layers of our history — they remember not just what we ate, but who we were when we sat down, full of hope and hunger, all those mornings ago 🌅📖. #DCFoodMemories #TabardInn #GoodbyeDC #BrunchChronicles #TasteOfTime #WashingtonLife #FoodAndPlace