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February 11, 2005
Indie Bars, A Dog's Name, Conversation at DCist
As I continue my adjustment of returning to my childhood home, I find myself searching for something. Besides myself. I am still looking for that, but that's not what this post is about.
In Orlando there's a bar called Bar-BQ-Bar. It's the coolest damn bar in the world. It's the only place I know of where the DJ has played The Postal Service, The Cardigans, and The Cure! The jukebox has Hum in it! HUM! You'd prefer an Astronaut! It's the kind of place where I feel proud to wear my track jackets, and Chuck Taylor All Stars! I felt at home as I drank my Yuengling and registered voters! The kind of place that the bartenders who work there will hang out at when they're not working - and buy you a drink if they remember that you're a good tipper!
Anyhow, I'm looking for the DC equivalent. And part of the problem with not having lived here for the past couple of years is that in the time I was gone, I turned 21. Before - I never got to go to bars. So therefore, I never hung out at these places before and know where to go. So - if there are any DC People reading this who know of a good, cool indie bar - please let me know. I can only wear these ironic novelty t-shirts for so long!
I want to get a dog. Desperately. Like you wouldn't believe. I've wanted a dog for a very long time. We used to take care of my sister's in-law's dog Phred. Phred was a good natured dog, who was content to sleep on the sunny patch of the living room carpet. Phred would happily sing along with us when we lit candles on Friday night. Phred would demand you give him some of your chicken... by putting his head in your lap. Well - anyways, now is a good time to get a new dog. And I even thought of the name. Yossarian. I had planned on naming a dog Kafka, but then my friend pointed out that if I named by dog Kafka I would get what I deserve. The only problem is I never actually finished Catch-22. It's one of those books where if you miss one sentence, you're completely lost. So I scoured the house last night looking for a copy - and all I could find was a copy my oldest sister had from when she went to college - in 1991. And seeing as I'm quite allergic to dust, I only got through 2 chapters before I had to put it down. So I went out and got a copy today. Yossarian lives. Now to make him an Apricot Minature Poodle.
I'm in a little discussion over at DCist regarding the Metro. Check it out. I think I make a compelling argument for creating a line that will take me directly from my house to Georgetown and the Kennedy Center.
Posted by MikeSager at February 11, 2005 12:04 PM
Comments
Pharmacy Bar in Adams Morgan and the Red Room (downstairs at the Black Cat) might be what you're looking for. I too long for a good neighborhood indie bar in DC.
Posted by: Becky at February 12, 2005 11:33 AM
Sorry, Mike. You can't name your dog Yossarian unless you've actually read all the way through Catch 22. And you shouldn't read Catch 22 until you've proven yourself serious about it by naming your dog Yossarian.
Posted by: Jacob Sager Weinstein at February 12, 2005 11:41 AM