Rustic, suburban wine bar/resto opens doors to Waspy Capitol Hill. Distressed wood doors and weathered, stucco-esque walls want so much to be that tumbledown farmhouse on Crete but endless wine rac... read more
Where Obama's new elite come to eat. Cream-colored booths frame fashion victim still-lifes. Table of power gays confer, "No way she's from DC." Crazy mismatched light fixtures—wait, I get it.... read more
Searching for a pulse on the body of American cuisine, Washington foodie culture comes full circle and gives us . . . hamburgers. But wait, this time they're different! So says owner and fedora-ent... read more
Honestly, lame name dance club underwhelms–consider yourself warned. She's got chipped nails and her hot pink bra strap is showing. Wins honorable mention for one reason only: stellar "Glow... read more
Where is the love? Waiting in line to enter a four-story windowless warehouse. A-list rap starz take the stage, skimpiest female backup line ever. Glam parties for Washington big shots and the b... read more
Strategically-placed wine bistro saves Capitol hillbillies from themselves. Some of the best overheard conversations in Washington, if you can eavesdrop that long. (Oh, and Pottery Barn called&nd... read more
Real French food—yeah, you've heard it before but this time it's really the real. Eighteenth arrondissement takes Capitol Hill with entrées ripped straight from Larousse. Executed by a... read more
Unabashed Capitol Hill hideaway for the closeted trend fiend, metrosexual lobbyist, fast-paced corporates wearing glasses by Christian Roth. Walk to Union Station and a swift train to Manhattan wi... read more
Sure Capitol Hill can be a nightmare of $1 Bud Light happy hours and wood-paneled steakhouses, but those in the know ditch the interns and old boy’s clubs in favor of the airy dining room at ... read more
Easy decisions made easy: the well-known restauranteur does DC right in the UBC building a few minutes from the Hill. What's more American than red meat and potatoes or the Brooks Brothers-clad You... read more
If there is indeed a fashion rulebook, it’s likely that rule #2 or #3 would reinforce the fact that accessories are key. Find the slightest glimmer of light on the horizon and try to catch an... read more
Legendary DC dive is such a legend that Jacques Cousteau can't even compete. Store front looks quarantined, billiards trophies clutter barred windows. All regulars. Half these guys have emphyse... read more
Lunchroom scene from a John Grisham novel. One block from Republican headquarters. Turns out that with enough ketchup, you can get any bill passed in Congress. Two-handed burgers, piles of fries, u... read more
Burlesque dancers on swings, waitresses in corsets and fishnets, an...
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Spit-polished, silver bullet 1940s trailer-turned-diner rises above...