happy hour
It’s ridiculously cold outside, the days are way too short, and everyone’s favorite celebration of baby Jesus — and the time off that came with it — is long gone. Who needs a drink?
This city is full of movers and shakers, people also commonly referred to as cheaters, liars, and closeted gays. They have their little hangouts, notably the den of semen and the entire length of K Street, but their special lairs also include places where food is consumed. Old Ebbit Grill is once such restaurant that [...]
Well crap. Somehow it’s almost the end of July. This is when you start thinking, “what the hell have I been doing with my summer?” DON’T LET YOUR SUMMER GO TO WASTE. Our political leaders have traveled, had affairs, and resigned; stars have died; Iran blew up; Honduras went all crazy. You deserve to have [...]
Happy Hours exist for one reason: your day at work sucked, you can’t face going home yet, and you need some sort of strong alcoholic beverage to bring you back to life. (Interns, this doesn’t include you — your summer work experience is supposed to be meaningless). Restaurant gods, recognizing the glory that is employment, [...]
Don’t worry, we’re not asking anyone to reevaluate the presence of alcohol in their life, nor are we insinuating that there are better means to post-work happiness than drinking. Happy hours are essential to the DC way of life and we would never pass judgment on such a meaningful occasion. You have our word. Some [...]
Georgetown — home of the cocktail-party-lovin’ metro-hatin’ DC elite — is not the easiest neighborhood in which to relax. But Pizzeria Paradiso, winner of a gajillion best-of-DC awards, is a refuge.
