Polly's Cafe

Do all dives go to nirvana? Nope, some of them stick around on U Street and relive the grungy 90's as long as they can.  R.I.P Kurt Cobain, Edith Piaf, and troubled souls of the cabaret, but those past yield life at Polly's to great atmosphere and one hell of a boozy brunch, with eight different kinds of "benedict" to egg you on. Roaring fireplace is the real deal, heats English basement to comfy tank top temperatures, and the place is simply lax: think dirty pairs of Converse propped up on sticky tables next to stacked burgers and overflowing baskets of wings.