Front Page
1333 New Hampshire Ave, NW
Getting in: Carded at the door
Dress: Business casual to barely care
Cover: None
"So what time do you want to go out? Eleven, 11:30?" I asked, making Thursday plans.
"I have to be in bed by 12. Let's go at eight." That's the demand of my friend who, having graduated GW last semester, now works on Capitol Hill.
Dear God. Is this what I have to look forward to? Graduating to a world where Thursday bedtime is in the double digits and there are two 8 o'clocks in the day, p.m. AND a.m.? I better booze it up while I can.
"10:30," I suggest.
"9:45," she counters, obviously forgetting one of the top ten rules of Thursday bar hopping in college. Late classes prevent necessary down time between a busy day and a busy night, making it necessary to push back game time at least an hour and a half behind a normal weekend schedule.
But I'm accommodating, so I compromise. All the while thinking, "who in their right mind is out at 10 p.m. on a Thursday night?"
My question was quickly answered as soon as I pushed past the bouncer on the way into The Front Page last Thursday – everyone else who just graduated college and works in D.C.
The yuppies were pretty sauced by the time I rolled up to the bar, making me crave a drink on the walk to the back bar.
The Front Page is a fine eating establishment during the day (good shrimp) and if you enter through the restaurant entrance on the New Hampshire Avenue side you encounter a front bar frequented by the over-30 crowd.
Run before you are tempted by free drinks from sketchy guys carefully trying to hide their wedding bands, run quickly. Next time enter through the lobby of the Robert S. Strauss Building, the adjacent entrance.
This sprint will take you through a mahogany arched hallway cutting through an array of linen-napkined tables that do not look like they were made for the drunks that now occupy them. The walls are tastefully decorated with famous newspaper front pages (ohh, now I get it … Front Page), like the day Kennedy was shot or Clinton was impeached.
1333 New Hampshire Ave, NW
Getting in: Carded at the door
Dress: Business casual to barely care
Cover: None
"So what time do you want to go out? Eleven, 11:30?" I asked, making Thursday plans.
"I have to be in bed by 12. Let's go at eight." That's the demand of my friend who, having graduated GW last semester, now works on Capitol Hill.
Dear God. Is this what I have to look forward to? Graduating to a world where Thursday bedtime is in the double digits and there are two 8 o'clocks in the day, p.m. AND a.m.? I better booze it up while I can.
"10:30," I suggest.
"9:45," she counters, obviously forgetting one of the top ten rules of Thursday bar hopping in college. Late classes prevent necessary down time between a busy day and a busy night, making it necessary to push back game time at least an hour and a half behind a normal weekend schedule.
But I'm accommodating, so I compromise. All the while thinking, "who in their right mind is out at 10 p.m. on a Thursday night?"
My question was quickly answered as soon as I pushed past the bouncer on the way into The Front Page last Thursday – everyone else who just graduated college and works in D.C.
The yuppies were pretty sauced by the time I rolled up to the bar, making me crave a drink on the walk to the back bar.
The Front Page is a fine eating establishment during the day (good shrimp) and if you enter through the restaurant entrance on the New Hampshire Avenue side you encounter a front bar frequented by the over-30 crowd.
Run before you are tempted by free drinks from sketchy guys carefully trying to hide their wedding bands, run quickly. Next time enter through the lobby of the Robert S. Strauss Building, the adjacent entrance.
This sprint will take you through a mahogany arched hallway cutting through an array of linen-napkined tables that do not look like they were made for the drunks that now occupy them. The walls are tastefully decorated with famous newspaper front pages (ohh, now I get it … Front Page), like the day Kennedy was shot or Clinton was impeached.
