YE OLDE MEETS NEW
Across the river from D.C., Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, enchants with a heady mix of history and modern-day indulgences.
In Alexandria, Va., history and modern indulgences abound.
WITH A COBBLESTONE lane or two, redbrick sidewalks and colonial- era buildings (including the circa 1767 Christ Church, home parish of George Washington and Robert E. Lee), Old Town Alexandria remains one of the greatest hits and pit stops for fans of early-American history. After all, handsome, well- dressed George danced here (at Gadsby’s Tavern, still open as a museum/restaurant hybrid), Robert E. Lee’s Revolutionary War-hero dad Harry “Light Horse” Lee made his home here, and early Scottish merchants helped make Alexandria one of the busiest colonial ports in the late 18th century.
That tricorn- hatted quaintness, so familiar to me after living in Washington, D.C., for more than two decades, still resonates in the walkable, historic burg just nine miles from the U. S. Capitol. But on my recent evenings and afternoons there, I’ve been getting a feel for Old Town’s other charms: buildings from the turbulent, hoop-skirted Civil War period (Alexandria is the inspiration for PBS’s Union hospital drama “Mercy Street”), restaurants dishing up modern Southern fare and one of the best indie boutique scenes on the East Coast.
“It’s so easy to stroll around the main parts of Old Town, and there’s such a cool patchwork of history and modern businesses,” says Ashley Valanzola, who last year founded the walking tour company Discover Alexandria. Her most popular trek? A “Mercy Street”-themed jaunt taking in sites like the Carlyle House (where the real- life Green family lived, currently a historic house and museum) and the Stabler- Leadbeater Apothecary Museum (where the Union hospital that’s the center of the drama would’ve picked
up potions). Though “Mercy” was filmed in Richmond, fans (myself included) can geek out on the old-school pharmacy’s slightly creepy collection of hand-blown glass medicine bottles (what is Cretprec anyhow?) and weathered mortars and pestles. Handsome TV surgeon Dr. Jed Foster (actor Josh Radnor) isn’t anywhere in sight, but I tell myself he might drop in momentarily with some smelling salts.
Other guided trips, including a running tour, take in the Contrabands and Freedmen Cemetery, as well as Market Square, both touchstones in the long and complicated history of African-Americans in Alexandria from slavery onward. “They’re such powerful locations, and people react so strongly,” says Valanzola.
Propelled perhaps by all this history and Virginia’s location on the edge of the South, the restaurant scene veers between down-home comfort and uptown foodie. That’s perhaps no more apparent or plate- cleaning tasty than at the new Hen Quarter, where, on a recent Saturday, two girlfriends and I tucked into fried chicken and cheese-flecked biscuits in a two-level space decorated with a bourbon-bottle chandelier and weathered wood. “This doesn’t look like what I think of as ‘ Ye Olde Town,’” remarked one pal, as she downed the last of an herbaceous mint julep.
Nearby, second-floor speakeasy PX Lounge beckons for me to once again climb the rickety stairs to the dark, vintage wood bar for retro cocktails with inspired local ingredients (tobacco, local honeycomb). I’ve also slurped many a briny oyster while taking in the dazzling views of the Potomac River at the cavernous, fish- centric Blackwall Hitch.
The just- opened Megg Rolls feels more “new Virginia” than old, too, with its beachy vibe and walls covered in retro album covers (think The Cars, Zeppelin). Still, owner and Alexandria native Meghan Baroody knows her comfort chow. Her cafe serves up eggrolls stuffed with down- home fillings like mac and cheese and chicken parmesan. “I’d been working in restaurants and bars in the area for years, and I love Old Town’s relaxed vibe,” says Baroody, who, when she’s not wokking and rolling her savory treats, hangs out nearby at old-school watering hole Chadwicks. “It’s the kind of place where you can stroll in wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap to watch the game,” she says.
Me, I’m often dressed more fashion blogger than sports fan when I’m hitting these short, row house-lined blocks, since my favorite Old Town pursuit is shopping. Dozens of indie boutiques (more than most ‘hoods across the river in D.C.) entice with vintage and new clothing, housewares and a smattering of antiques.
King Street, the main drag since colonial times, buzzes with personal favorites like The Hour, where I’ve scored colorful vintage cocktail shakers and bar napkins, and Red Barn Mercantile, where owner Amy Rutherford oversees a den of cozy sofas, decor books and intoxicatingly scented candles. “We keep trying to refine the mix, which is something I think Old Town itself is doing,” says Rutherford.
Dropping in on a couple of my topchoice clothing shops reinforces Rutherford’s claim: the brands and stock here rival that of D.C., and heck, N.Y.C. At new, haute- end The Hive, I try on a floral Rag & Bone dress that’s one part rocker, two parts lady and paw through feathered earrings from Lizzie Fortunato. Nearby, at Bishop Boutique, I can’t resist buying a pair of velvet floral pumps by Kate Middleton fave L. K. Bennett. They’re retro yet oh-so cool—just the thing I could wear to one of those fabulous balls George W. went to back in the day.
Dozens of indie boutiques entice with vintage and new clothing, housewares and a smattering of antiques.