Just what U Street was missing: another African-American tribute theme diner, this one dedicated to "Their Eyes Were Watching God" authoress Zora Neale Hurston. Weathered wood, splashy murals, and... read more
Step one in Washington's twelve-step program towards embracing Obama cool. Glossy, blood red, geometric leather cushions, square red lanterns, sex shop chic ("Waiter, there's a vampire in my soup")... read more
Your super popular restaurant is now a pilgrimage site for civil rights buffs and your faithful local clientele is becoming disaffected by the tourist crowds. Do you a) Buy the place next door and ... read more
Old-timey speakeasy trend shimmies on down to U street with lights so low everyone looks dashing, mysterious. Sizzle of dripping candle wax and the smart chatter of smart alcohol amid hidden booths... read more
African-American post-bling cool reclaims a happening piece of U Street. (Not that DC ever feels segregated or nothing.) Clean and luscious spaces, sleek wood floors, glossy black bar, couche... read more
Portrait of the artist as a dimly-lit, second-story bistro. Zealous Parisian buyer ships flea market souvenirs: cast iron chandeliers, bronze umbrella stands, Mona Lisa smiles. Sad mimes of Shaw nu... read more
Metaphor for U Street and life itself: dress up your surroundings and things just taste better. Uncomplicated brick-oven pizza made delectable by cozy minimalism. Bronze angel waitresses saunter o... read more
Spoiled brat stepson of shuttered clubs in southeast. Bulging biceps, limp wrists. Weekend's gay grand central boasts more hook-ups than Scarlett O'Hara's corset. Chilling drag queen performance p... read more
Latest proof that DC is, in fact, a Belgian colony. Requisite moules frites and nostalgic bières keep the kitchen on message but kid rock chef pushes the palate with Americana tributes... read more
Working mothers get hammered on bubbly, feel dignified because it's art and there's fancy cheese to go with. Main floor draws on trusted IKEA motif and finishes with strong hints of central Califo... read more
Post-modern post office upgrades into urban lounge space with tinted windows contrasting age-old Corinthian columns. Square lamps, white rectangle couches, and ultra clean surfaces leave the fun t... read more
The kids that played for the other team are still team players. Historic Shaw row house gets gussied up into the sweetest little sports bar you ever did see. Ball fans come out of the closet in dr... read more
“I have a dream” said MLK - but who’s living it now? A see-no-color crowd that breaks pita bread in this glass-walled eatery the size of Sears. The armchair revolution... read more
Anti-gentrification holdout spills rock rhythms onto the streets of Shaw and into the hearts of discretely tattooed good girls who keep celebrating their twenty-ninth. Traditional DC row hous... read more
In a line-up of U Street lounges, crème de la crème. Oprah tosses salad, chicken comes with waffles, Sweet Alabama desserts. Dashing cream interior, limited seating has you knocking... read more
Shop front picture window looks in on the kind of utterly charming Italian place that only exists in daytime television romance. Buttery lemon walls, cathedral ceiling, simple mahogany chairs and ... read more
Coupled jet set and younger K street crowd almost make it to U Street but give in to the cute. Remember that great little place in Bruges/Belfast/Barcelona? Euro soccer on TV gives everyone a blu... read more
In the summer, there’s no hotter roof deck in town (expect lines around the block). In the winter, the young and flirty tryst in candlelit alcoves draped in heavy brocades. All year ’ro... read more
They’re not suggesting your ex is a saint, so put down the phone already. Urbane, funky, and French – this spot is the gem of 14th Street. Named for Antoine Saint-Exupery, the Fren... 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...