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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 fried steak tastes like chicken, but fresh meat in the form of country folk looking for capital love. Facial hair gets you farther. Live tunes every night, might be sax, could be banjo. All the stuff you can't get on iTunes.
Bob Marley goes to rehab and gets a master's degree. One world ethic now played out among patterned wall swatches and photo art ripped from early 90's Benetton catalogue. Bathrooms built from old... 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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Chichi gay-in-that-way lounge (formerly known as Halo) trades posh ...