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Chichi gay-in-that-way lounge (formerly known as Halo) trades posh Manhattan boyfriend for Miami papi. Out with the Anderson Cooper lookalikes and in with the Cuban boys and their portly World Bank... read more
The giddy ‘W' takeover makes the Washington monument look like a Vegas imitation. P.O.V. means "Point-of-View" in shamelessly elite dialect, although OTT is the more apt acronym. Impossible ... read more
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
DC bids farewell to Biddy Mulligan's feisty Irish pub and coldly welcomes the too-late trendiness of floor-to-ceiling makeover: freckly, buck-toothed, redheaded best friend comes back from college ... 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
The night is not young and you're still wearing all your clothes. If white pleather and sushi seems the logical next step, raise your hand and jump the line. "Cutting edge design" feels about elect... read more
Man, is that a club or did TSA just set up an airport security line on New York Avenue? Street address is subliminal tactic to encourage Manhattanite behavior. Girls named Jazmyn freeze their bare ... 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
Glaring, lemon meringue-hued brick shop front leads to bawdy, freakish dance hall: one part Toulouse-Lautrec, one part Rio carnival; muddled bartenders with a twist of lime. Greasy walls and lollip... read more
This 20's style speakeasy is easy to miss: the door isn't marked and for those who get lost, there is no phone number. Don't. Todd Thrasher's cleverly constructed cocktails are so well-mixed you wo... read more
Sublimely contrived rock 'n' roll atmosphere that focuses more on rolling with True Religion and Ed Hardy brands more than it does on actually rocking. Pseudo-divey. Hog on the wall. Pretty, leathe... read more
Ballsy martini bar shows city officials the finger (or a doctor's note) to keep smokers inside, and it works, so in the words of Pink Floyd: come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. Bright, grown-up ... 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...