Pool
I tried to play pool in Bethesda, MD on Sunday. I should have known better.
Tag: drinking
Day Drinking
It’s time to answer the question that, I’m sure, is foremost in everyone’s mind: Where can I get a beer in Union Station at 8:30am? And I don’t mean buying one at the liquor store, or getting one down at …
Nacho Sasha: Washington’s Most Eligible Thousandaire
Hello single ladies! I’m Nacho Sasha – DC’s most eligible thousandaire! And I’m open for business! What do you get if you date me? Not only the time of your life, but the following exciting benefits:
Capitol Hill Drinking: The Cap City Rumor
After nine years, I’m sad to report that the so-called “NoMa” section of Capitol Hill really sucks when it comes to drinking. I’m talking about the Mass Ave stretch…and beyond! NoMa being the wholly imaginary neighborhood “North of Mass Ave” …
Silver Spring Needs Hookers
I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with my town. I’ve watched it grow up from scary urban wasteland to gentrified post-suburban neo-yuppie masturbation sock, and there’s just a little something that’s off. A sort of sanitized soullessness that breeds …
Always Coming Home
I do understand that condemning 8407 on their opening night is pretty cruel. Though I don’t think opening night jitters makes up for canned ham sandwiches and bartenders who don’t know how to tend bar, I do understand that one …
Irish Pubs of DC: A rant and a guide. Part three: The Irish Channel, Fado, and Cleveland Park
For this final part in my randomly selected tour of Irish bars in DC, I’ll continue along the Red Line to Gallery Place, and finally Cleveland Park.
Eating at the Bar
There’s something to be said for eating at the bar. But there’s a certain way to go about it.
Beers
James was working through the Belgian beers on the Quarry House menu while I was deciding what to do after their meager Scottish collection. “I find women who can’t cook endearing.” He said over the menu. I muttered a reply, …
Recession Proof
They’re saying that we’re officially in the land of recession, which can only mean that the end is near and we should go hang ourselves in the basements of our foreclosed homes. I’ll let you go do that before I …