Have you ever gotten on a roller coaster halfway through the second loop? Me neither, because that’s an absurd proposition. But, that’s pretty much what it was like joining The Hatchet midway through my junior year.
Nick Rice | Visual Director
Mediocre service and questionable billing are a small price to pay to see humble, innovative, hungry musicians pour their creativity out on a stage with the energy that can only come from someone desperately trying to prove their art is worth your time and money.
Brunch is an interesting phenomenon. On Saturday and Sunday mornings, a meal that is typically a piece of fruit or a bowl of cereal any other day of the week suddenly becomes a full-blown feast in which breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert cuisines are simultaneously acceptable and drinking a solid six hours before 5 p.m. is not inappropriate. It is an inherently indulgent endeavor.
The clean-cut sister location of the original Stoney’s on P Street opened last month just off Washington Circle, but don’t expect the same kind of dive-bar vibe. Bright lights and modern furniture set the scene Stoney’s on L, perhaps to attract the K Street after-work crowd.
Lost Society falls into the awkward gap between a bar and a club – part of a growing trend of expensive mediocrity in D.C.
The white room glowed blue as I made my way by crowds playing Mario Kart, Connect Four and Cards Against Humanity. At the bar, I ordered my go-to bottle, Newcastle Brown Ale, which was conveniently priced at $5.