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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
Washington's gay grandfather wakes up from a three-year coma, ready to party. Front club Ziegfield's brings the best of old-school cabaret in starlit warehouse with wooden floors. Glitter follows ... 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
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
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
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
The devil went down to Georgia and kept going all the way to Louisiana. Red pepper bar food hints at Cajun vibe but it's the earnest indie groupies that bring tears to your eyes. Out of the mouth... 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
Bob Marley goes to rehab and gets a master's degree. One world ethic now played out among patterned wall swatches and photo art ripped from early 90's Benetton catalogue. Bathrooms built from old... read more
Enter one of three doors. The two others lead to mild hangovers, this one takes you underground. Exotic east murmured in wood panels, velvet curtains, and goliath silk couches. Drinkable bar dis... 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
Big crowds for big names. Monthly line-ups read like Rolling Stones’ table of contents: it bands and bands that make you feel old. Warehouse acoustics cancels conversation but grungy ba... read more
Make your way past the grumpy doorman and find yourself in an Animal House haven. Three dollar Miller Lites add fuel to the fire. Eye of the Tiger blaring on the juke helps too. Plan on having mult... 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
Washington music parlor attains cool creds on par with Paris, London, New York. Plush velvet, varnished wood, roaring fireplaces, and effortless style mean you've arrived without even trying. Exc... 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...