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Dream of owning your own loft in the upper 800K's? The kind with bare brick walls, high ceilings, multiple plasma screens and a sound system that plays your very own infinite playlist that jumps f... 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
Deadbeat hookah bar down by the riverside. For Georgetown, intrepid stab at bohemia. Books galore flung down a long, dark hallway. Backyard patio opens to glass ceilings, sparkling white lights, an... read more
Marvin Gaye gets embalmed, propped up in lifelike pose for tourist pics. Tumbledown eyesore is comforting among the rising sea of steel and glass on P Street. Bleak façade proudly wears th... read more
Real simple. Nice guys who like cold beer and sports. Guys as cool as you. What home looked like before your girlfriend moved in: boxing gloves, football trophies, paperbacks stuffed into corne... read more
Go figure, the capital's got a wild west saloon in Northeast. Main floor music stage a church for Myspace addicts, toe-tapping waifs who maybe cut their own hair. Upstairs bar the quintessence o... read more
The freaks come out at night, but face it honey, you're a freak show, too. Sexy three-ring circus happens on a stage the size of a New York City bathroom. Midnight sideshows induce laughter, winci... 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
Your favorite college bar evolves. Same concept but fewer Neanderthals. Better beer, bands, and babes (sometimes). The guy with the hat went to the bathroom to check the tilt of his hat. Foot lo... read more
Drinking for the art of it. Sky blue walls, sticky wood floors. Medicine cabinets, old-time elixirs and Andy Warhol's daily regimen of spilled pills. OD on the total randomness: vintage signs in La... 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
DC’s most established disestablishment is a bumper sticker on every made-it band’s amp box. The not-yet-made-its, too. Sunbeams fail to penetrate black boarded windows drawi... read more
DC dive for rebellious politicos: kids who read The Economist but wanna slum it old school, drink Pabst in sweat pants. In-your-face murals by Gauguin, carnival-esque dancing skeletons. Cheap, stro... 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
Burlesque dancers on swings, waitresses in corsets and fishnets, an...
Considered to be a top-10 contender for best DC restaurant and we k...
Latest Mediterranean tribute band blows its horn on tired 17th stre...
Authentique French crêperie placates 14th Street ‘hood ...
Spit-polished, silver bullet 1940s trailer-turned-diner rises above...