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DC dive for rebellious politicos: kids who read The Economist but wanna slum it old school, drink Pabst in sweat pants. In-your-face murals by Gauguin, carnival-esque dancing skeletons. Cheap, strong drinks poured by white, dreadlocked barkeeps, trusty greasy spoon fare ‘til late. Delapidated silver staircase takes you to funky upstairs bar and private conversational parties. Everyone's a rap star on open mic night. All colors, all friends. Music across the gamut, from hip hop to unknown Scandinavian alt-rock.
Iconic boobs are the Eiffel tower of Adams Morgan. Everyone has to see it, the intrepid step inside. Kitchen strives to be the Missouri truck stop counter that union leaders pine for. Chicken fri... read more
In four words: Yuengling for two bucks. In more words: ripped-jeans hole in the wall refuses to comb hair or join the lineup of awful Adams Morgan addresses. You'd never guess how many locals come ... read more
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