Himalayan Heritage

Lowly Adams Morgan summons the mother of all mountain ranges with hushed, scented atmosphere. Nepali music hums, Indian drummers drum. Wall panels flash from saffron to vermillion, silk-draped waitstaff refill glasses from pre-tarnished brass pots. Diners get lost among infinite options, though momo dumplings win authenticity prize. A new gathering place for the Himalayan tribes of DC, diplomatic and otherwise; also popular with vegetarians who quickly check the Tibetan lunar calendar on their Blackberries.