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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 from Ohio. Old rusty signs nailed to walls celebrate rust belt values. Sticky tables littered with onion rings. Jukebox like that shoebox of discarded cassettes left at your parent's house. Cool kids born after Def Lepard now claim their dive. Go Mudhens!
Row house redesign welcomes non-Western Washington. Undistinguishable modern art hangs from walls the color of pale Easter eggs; zoomed-in photo backdrop is artsy black and white Istanbul. Young ... read more
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
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