In the heart of the Adams Morgan neighborhood in Washington, D.C. lies a café and market called Yerevan. An area deprived of our cuisine, Yerevan, teeming with life, is a staple for the Armenian community in D.C. and beyond.
As a Los Angeles native, I have grown accustomed to my Armenian bubble: seeing storefronts written in Armenian, being greeted in our language unprompted, smelling a var




I read elsewhere that they do not have a kitchen and that all of the food is catered. But if the food is good, that is all that matters.