I Had Dinner with the President!

Yes, you read that correctly. And no, I don’t mean the President of the Historical Society of Washington, DC either. I mean the President of the United States of America, Barack Hussein Obama, along with the First Lady Michelle Obama.

We were at this Mexican restaurant called Oyamel. I wasn’t particularly enjoying my “authentic” meal. Was that seaweed my fritters were served on? And since when are french fries Mexican? But just as I was about to write off the place, my husband’s jaw drops. I look around and see two familiar faces being led to a table not 15 feet away from ours.

OMG. It’s Obama… and Michelle!

OMG. Is this for real?

At first, we weren’t sure if it was okay to go up to them and ask for an autograph, so my husband slyly took this photo from our table to capture this surreal moment. I swear, for 15 solid minutes, both I and Mr. Rafia had the giddiest of smiles on our faces. I couldn’t help but look over at them every 5 seconds. Yeah, we looked like tourists. But we’re going to look like tourists at a shishy* restaurant anyway! I almost forgot how much I disliked what I had ordered. Now that’s something! The Obamas, on the other hand, were so blithely unaware of their onlookers. They acted like a normal couple. Go figure!

Obamas

Afterwards, with the shock still not worn off, we mustered the courage to go up to their table and ask for an autograph. So what if the other diners resigned to the low quality photos taken from their phones? Not us! This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! My sister-in-law, also with us that evening, remarked that for the 11 years she’s been in D.C. not once has she bumped into anyone famous. This was my first time in D.C. “This is not a coincidence,” I told them. “Let’s do it. I’ll tell Secret Service I went to UChicago. They’ll be cool with it.” Besides, a Muslim couple – a hijab-clad wife, no less – taking a photo with the President at a private dinner? What a great photo opp for him, you know what I mean? The UChicago connection did the trick – we totally hit it off. And later that evening, the Obamas invited us over to their place.

Okay, so it didn’t exactly happen like that. We did visit their house though!

White House

Technically, we did have dinner with the Obamas. Just not with them with them, y’know? We were however in the same restaurant as them, sat in the same private dining area as they did, and Secret Service did not kick us out. That counts!

Though we respected their privacy and didn’t go up to them and ask for an autograph – mostly because the two not-so-Secret Servant agents standing there were staring at our table the entire time – seeing The President and the First Lady so candidly and unexpectedly like that made our entire trip. How many people can say that they were in the same restaurant at the same time as the President of the United States? I don’t even identify as an American and that’s wicked awesome.

What’s the point in even writing about the rest of the trip? Everything else just pales in comparison.

Although, pretending to be General Secretary of the Soviet Union at the Spy Museum was pretty cool for the whole 30 seconds it took to take this photo:

KGB

So yeah, I didn’t happen to bump into Biden, nor see Jefferson’s Qur’an as it’s being digitized and will most likely not be viewable to the public in the future, and Baked & Wired was simply alright and not worth the fuss (no cupcake will ever surpass a generous slice of cake, sorry)… but a weekend to remember indeed.

I had dinner with the President, mommy!

* I looked up “shishy” and was dismayed to not even find it on Urban Dictionary! My brother says it all the time and so I guess I assumed it was a slang term. But apparently, it’s not. Whatever. I much prefer it over its synonym “bougie.” People don’t realize that when you say “bougie” you end up sounding like one yourself. Also, I’m not a hipster.

8 thoughts on “I Had Dinner with the President!”

  1. WOah! that is so cool! I have not known anyone else have this opportunity! And I doubt this can even happen in India or Saudi! :-D True, nothing else will matter so much as this event! Gosh! you!
    And about the bougie, lol I just got to know today there is a slang word like that.

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  2. I wonder if the Obamas go there because they genuinely enjoy the food there. Maybe they like french fries with their Mexican food. On a random note, I was so addicted to Taco Bell’s fries supreme when I was a kid….. and as an adult.

    Ahhh! I love that photo of your as the Secretary General! So perfectly suited that it doesn’t even look staged, lol.

    Hopefully you’ll be able to run into Joey the Shark on a future vacation!

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    1. See, I’m such an indecisive person. I never know what to order. And then finally, when I do settle on an item, it always happens to be the worst thing on the menu. I think I might have a talent! Ooh, potential blog idea that will never come to fruition – finding the worst item on the menu of every Michelin-rated restaurant. Sadly, I could never be a food critic because of my dietary restrictions and picky taste. Oh well.

      Where was I? Oh yes. So the restaurant might actually be really good… but I just might have ordered the two worst things on the menu ;)

      Does the photo really not look staged? I’ve been waiting many years to take a photo like that. I knew exactly what to do in the few seconds I had to take it. In a way, it was a dream come true!

      Wouldn’t it be super awesome if Joey the Shark come to Indiana? He’d have no reason to. But stranger things have happened to me. So who knows?

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    1. I call it Qismat!!! Btw, are you Abbie’s little sis? Kayso ho aap? I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet you two! If you’re not, umm, I’m a little nut, so please forgive me.

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