Welp. Bye, D.C. It’s been swell.
After what seemed like 362,000 hours of packing and being stressed about moving, I’m finally back at my parents’ home north of Chicago. And by a miracle of god, the guy who checked my bags at the airport didn’t weigh them–probably saving me $125 (!!!) in overweight baggage fees for each suitcase. AND I finagled three carry-on bags (rather than the normal allowance of one carry-on plus a personal bag). AND TSA somehow overlooked the large bottles of liquids that I forgot I had put in my carry-ons. I think the lesson to be learned here is that blatantly breaking the rules ends in positive results.
Anyway, I had a great last week in D.C.–actually, it’s been a great seven years. I’ll miss the city and all the friends I’m leaving there a lot, who, by the way, are the best. So to continue with some of my favorite spots in D.C., here’s a well-deserved shoutout to a bar in my former hood:
Chief Ike’s Mambo Room
Adams Morgan is notorious for its mediocre bars that become packed with douchebags and belligerent drunks on weekend nights. But throw in a DJ “spinning” the best hip-hop hits from the past decade, a dance floor, and $3 PBRs into that mix, and the result becomes a pretty ridiculous (i.e. awesome) place to get after a memorable–or unmemorable, depending on how many drinks you have–night. Sadly, I didn’t give Chief Ike’s enough love for a long time. But thanks to a certain alcoholic friend of mine who has made the bar his second home, I’ve been preaching the Chief Ike’s gospel. If you’re heading to the District and are looking for a great place to throw back cheap beers, wear out your dancing shoes, and have a lot more fun than you would anywhere else on 18th Street, Chief Ike’s is the place. You’ll probably complain about having to pay a $5 cover (though Fridays are free for girls), but after your first foray into the Mambo Room, you probably won’t mind.