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The biggest nerds grow up to be dapper philosophers. Dive or no dive? Signless shopfront in hair-raising barrio points to yes, alas clean living, positive vibe and conscientious staff all fail to ... 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
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
The godfather of Dupont dive bars since first Clinton dynasty. Happy hour is a rite of passage for springtime intern/grad influx. African safari theme lost under decades of beer and body fluid... 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
The ultimate in hipsterness. Dive bar that seems as if it may be falling apart, loft spot sways during local band acts, but the loyal clientele keep it together. New comers wonder why the place has... 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
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...