I’m routinely hard on the faux-Irish pub phenomenon that so consumes the American bar culture. It’s one of those things where, when confronted by the legion of faux-Irish pub apologists, I always end up pitching into an argument. Largely because they, those mad zealots, insist that certain pubs in the DC area are “authentic” Irish […]
Okay, fine, now I feel compelled to balance out my hateful review of 8047, thanks to that post’s impassioned commenter. Though my mental image of the person who wrote that comment is of a villain from an episode of Columbo. You know the type: The wealthy, arrogant brother-in-law with the goatee who’s always dressed like […]
I’ve started collecting a file of dives and unique bars in the suburban DC area, because that’s the sort of thing you do when you don’t own a TV. Though, for the last week, I was house and dog sitting in Rockville and staring vacantly at the big wide screen TV in the living room.