Raven

The best jukebox in Washington, a dark interior crammed with locals and lovers, that neon lighting that casts you under a glow Edward Hopper should rightly paint and a tough but friendly bar staff are the ingredients in this shot, which, when slammed, hits you as DC’s best dive by a mile. One of the greatest nightlife events that occurred over the course of this book’s research happened here: a friend gave another friend a $20 bill, then told him, ‘Make this alcohol.’ Ten minutes later, second friend came back with roughly a case of Schlitz from the bar. That’s quality, people. Quality.