It's "a little bit sketchy, a little bit tacky", but that doesn't stop "college kids" and other twentysomethings from descending upon this Adams Morgan "dive" featuring kitschy decor (tables laminated with old comic books, funky murals), a chill patio and forgettable service; "cheap beer" powers the "late-night dancing" (it's even better if "you're already super drunk") and attracts night owls...
DC dive for rebellious politicos: kids who read The Economist but wanna slum it old school, drink Pabst in sweat pants. In-your-face murals by Gauguin, carnival-esque dancing skeletons. Cheap, strong drinks poured by white, dreadlocked barkeeps, trusty greasy spoon fare ‘til late. Delapidated silver staircase takes you to funky upstairs bar and private conversational parties. Everyone's a rap...
If you make it to 2 a.m. on your Adams Morgan bar crawl, there’s only one way to end your night, and that’s at Chief Ike’s. Located at the northernmost end of the notorious 18th Street strip, this dive bar/dance club is so cheesy and ridiculous you can’t help but have a good time. The tiny dance floor guarantees it is always packed, and the funky, falling-apart bar is a good place to grab a...