There are a fair few oyster bars in Washington (slurping raw boys is good for political puffery, apparently) and Hank’s is our favorite of the bunch. It’s got the right testosterone combination, a bit of power-player muscle mixed with good-old-boy ambiance, which isn’t to say women won’t love it here. Just that guys really do. Needless to say, the oyster menu is extensive and excellent; there are always at least four varieties on hand. Quarters are cramped, and you often have to wait for a table – nothing a saki oyster bomb won’t fix.