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White-on-blue directional signs: they might be everywhere, but are they a gold standard?

Crossing the Occoquan River from Prince William County to southern Fairfax County in Northern Virginia doesn’t yield a lot of surprises.  Regardless of the county, it’s all suburbia, albeit a lot less dense and urbanized than Arlington County or other parts of Fairfax that are closer to Alexandria and, of course, Washington DC.  But, while

Williamsburg restrooms: how the colonists did—and still do—their business.

This is a slight subject—or, rather, two subjects—which I am somewhat forcibly conflating.  But it’s not an unfamiliar topic for this blog, and I keep coming back to it because it’s so rich with semantic potential: specifically, it’s the organization and branding of public restrooms.  The only major reason this cluster of photos gets bunched

Flying projectiles and French pastries: not exactly a familiar pairing!

I had visited this little shopping center just south of Alexandria, Virginia more than a few times before I ever noticed this bizarre little sign about flying projectiles. It didn’t occur to me during any previous visit, since I normally sat indoors to avoid the scorching summer sun, but apparently some people opt to eat

Operating hours: pasting them on a door can create a sticky situation.

I know next to nothing about the food sold at Sunshine Spice Café and did not patronize it during my three-day stay in Boise earlier this year.  So it would be entirely unfair to carp on petty considerations like operating hours.  This brief post, therefore, isn’t a criticism; just an observation.  Operating hours often are

Therapy dogs: stop crafting loopholes to fair, reasonable laws! (I’m watching you.)

Several months ago, I did something I rarely do and took a hard line on a polarizing topic: allowing dogs (or other pets) into private businesses.  I believed, and continue to believe, that dogs should not be permitted in coffee shops, gyms, hardware stores, grocery stores, or (God forbid) restaurants, unless they are a licensed

Fairfax Station Square: a humble strip mall perseveres in the thick of sprawl. But why?

In this nation of abundant strip malls, it should come as no surprise that quite a few of them look pretty drab, underinvested, and plagued with low occupancy.  Why expect anything else?   As I’ve noted countless times before, America grapples with a glut of retail-oriented real estate: a supply that accommodates the demand almost

The Block in Annandale: fastidiously fighting food hall fatigue.

Several months ago, I stumbled into a restaurant cluster called The Block in Annandale, a somewhat distinctive suburban district in the overwhelmingly suburban Fairfax County, Virginia, just south of Washington DC.  The unassuming exterior (which I’ll review shortly) betrayed a lively, hip interior that managed to generate at least medium buzz after 9pm in this