A saturated solution of "hip" and "quirky" fills this handsome four-story Golden Triangle brownstone that's a "cool, but mellow spot" where "hipsters" gather for "after-work drinks" or dancing to edgy DJ spins; yes, there are decorative nods to the chem lab and, no, "you don't actually get your beer in beakers", but the "deft service" and "nice" patio help assure a "kind of awesome" evening.
The name is no gimmick. Before they learned how to dress, ice-cube-sucking patrons all used to be card-carrying members of high school science clubs across America. Grand staircase hints at Mayfair but leads to Soho's white-painted brick and mini-booths. Periodic table of classy wine, elemental beers. Middle-eastern light bites small enough to be cooked on a Bunsen burner. DJ gets grown up...
Citysearch Editorial Review:
Despite rumors that this bar used to be home to the geniuses of National Geographic, Farragut West's Science Club received its name when owner Steve Maguire saw the space and thought it was...