Big news in the mousehouse: the eagerly anticipated Washington D.C. Cowgirl Creamery branch flung wide their smelly doors to the politico-public on June 12th.
The press from the Washington Post has been fairly constant and complimentary -- perhaps to make up for the fact that they were scooped by the New York Times last year? -- with such choice tidbits as: "Cowgirl Creamery looks like something airlifted from San Francisco, all buffed wood floors, clean white walls and fresh-faced staff eager to help you select from among dozens of mostly domestic cheeses" from Post food critic, Tom Seitsema. Additionally, Erin Hartigan in the Post's "Going Out Gurus" blog raved, "[w]ith all of the delectable goodness in one spot, the Cowgirls should have locals leaping onto the Creamery bandwagon in no time."
Of course, such praise is old hat to us blasé San Franciscans, but it's nice that the word of our eventual world dominance is spreading. Of course the dispiriting thing about the new store is that it will no longer be impressive when I fly eight hours with a bag full of cold-packed Coolea, Pleasant Ridge Reserve, or Panache d'Aramitz to present to my mother-in-law in Northern Virginia.
I'm currently praying to Cheesus that the Cowgirls will start to make cheeses just like Mt. Tam, Red Hawk, St. Pat, and SF Drake, but use local milk from Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania. That way, they can give them names like Government Cheese, Filibuster Fromage, Hanging Chad Cheddar (yeah, I'm still not over it, so?!), or, dare we hope, Barat Obama? I'd so vote for that cheese.