The Post features a piece on where many lobbyists are dining these days.

These regulars dine on the edge of Penn Quarter, the newly hip locus of Washington lobbying power, the product of a migration east from K Street to the glossy new offices and trendy brick fixer-uppers. You can’t underestimate the power of cool.

They are migratory creatures finding their new feeding ground, a reminder that the business of the national company town isn’t confined to stale committee rooms; deals are also made in hushed conversations over martinis and steaks (or, in the case of Tosca, over carrot-flavored pappardelle with a rabbit ragu in a white wine sauce and fresh thyme).