Richard Z. Santos | Nonfiction
HOSPITAL FOOD There’s no homegrown cuisine in Washington, DC—no pizza, no bagel, no crab, no collard greens, no BBQ that embodies the District. The best DC can manage, when pressed on the issue, is either the half-smoke at Ben’s Chili Bowl, or the wafer-thin, arm-length slice of pizza drunken college students devour in Adams Morgan.San