Category:
Lounges
Neighborhood: Logan Circle
Category:
Churches
Neighborhood: Columbia Heights
Listed in: FInding God in the DMV
Neighborhood: H Street Corridor/Atlas District/Near Northeast
Categories:
Coffee & Tea,
Wine Bars
Category:
Churches
Neighborhood: Penn Quarter
Listed in: FInding God in the DMV
Now that fellow Yelpers have provided me with diazepam, the shakes have been less severe. I've managed to sleep through the night... and get through more hours in a row without Yelp. I haven't posted on a talk thread in three days. I think I may have turned a corner. One day at a time.
*shivering and shaking*
It's very very cold in here. I've been without Yelp for approximately 4 straight minutes. It's getting dark. Mommy? Is that you? Somebody get me some diazepam??
Category:
Sports Bars
Neighborhood: Adams Morgan
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Review votes:
2242 Useful, 2028 Funny, and 2246 Cool
Washington, DC
Yelping SinceMay 2008
Things I LoveLove, mountains, a water view, dogs, good food, good company, peace.
Find Me Ina state of wonderment
My HometownEast Coast
When I'm Not Yelping...I'm living the dream.
Why You Should Read My Reviewsfine breeding, taste, culture, and way too much education
My Second Favorite Website The Last Great Book I ReadZero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea
My First Concertaha
My Favorite MovieLa Femme Nikita, Der Krieger und die Kaiserin, Mongol, The Beast
My Last Meal On EarthChaufa, Pho, bibimbop, or filet mignon with a sauce champignon and a Languedoc.
Don't Tell Anyone Else But...I know people who know people.
Most Recent DiscoveryThe television lies.
Current CrushOrange
Unfortunately, I was underwhelmed by the crowd. Maybe it's me. I'm not a fan of coked up gentlemen or gold-digging ladies, and I really don't care if the guy from Lost is here. Although to be fair, he was very cool while giddy school-girls blinked stars at him. But the place gave me a very look-at-me-and-how-important-I-am kind of feeling that I get when I'm in LA. I hate that feeling. That's why when given the option of living in LA this year, I turned it down. This name-dropping, drug-using, self-important and self-indulgent vibe is unsavory at best.
Anywho, I thought I'd give the place a 1 star review, as I never plan on coming back, but most of the downside was stuff that management couldn't really change and probably doesn't want to change as long as the coffers keep getting filled every night. Just because I'm more of a speakeasy kind of girl and this place isn't that kind of place, I shouldn't hold it against them. Plus, maybe I just ran into the wrong people that night.
One thing they could change... The place was a little too packed. Although the broad-shouldered Brazilian at the door did a good job of limiting the number of people going in, to include simply rolling his eyes at the arrogant tipsy bottle-blondes incessantly whining and huffing at him to let them upstairs, once I got upstairs and had to wait in the line for the one-seater bathroom, I started to wonder about fire codes.
No matter where you were, you were running into people. The bathroom line curled into the main walk-thru to and from the bocce ball area, and you couldn't stand there waiting without getting constantly run over by people. Said differently, you couldn't get from one room to the next without running into people waiting for the bathroom. The bathroom was thankfully quite spacious once you were inside it, though. I sadly treasured that quiet moment.