Chief Ike's Mambo Room

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.