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Fearless Critic restaurant review

Mon–Thu 5:00pm–11:00pm
Fri 5:00pm–11:00pm
Sat 11:30am–11:00pm
Sun 11:30am–11:00pm

Features Date-friendly, outdoor dining
Bar Beer, wine, liquor
Credit cards Visa, MC, AmEx
Reservations Not accepted


Adams Morgan
2321 18th St. NW
Washington, DC
(202) 332-0800

Glover Park
2348 Wisconsin Ave. NW
Washington, DC
(202) 625-7770
Mon–Thu 5:00pm–2:00am
Fri 5:00pm–3:00am
Sat 11:30am–3:00am
Sun 11:30am–2:00am
You’ll leave this place happy and whistlin’ dixie

In DC, you are officially south of the Mason-Dixon Line. As such, you should learn to love the things that symbolize the South: seersucker, sweet tea, grits, and that most heavenly of beverages, Bourbon. Made with at least 51% corn mash, aged in charred oak barrels, and federally regulated, this drink truly is a Southern institution.

The eponymously named bar reflects the whiskey’s recent run of popularity. This isn’t a place where Billy Bob ferments corn in bathtubs out back. Indeed, it is quite the opposite: tasteful, comfortable, and unassumingly classy. Simple wood paneling and exposed brick line the dining area, and deep leather seats and low tables turn a third-floor loft into a place quiet enough for conversation. If you avoid times when drunken mobs wander indiscriminately in and out of bars, it won’t feel like you’re in Adams Morgan.

The food at Bourbon consists of proficient bar room classics. Burgers are big and juicy, with a high meat-to-bun ratio. The version made with ground ostrich is lean, firm, and more like beef than chicken. Bourbon baked beans are sweet and smoky; waffle fries topped in Old Bay are crisp and golden, their ridgy surfaces gleaming with tangy spice. Grilled cheese is a formidable opponent to the fries, formed of thickly sliced, eggy bread that delivers both crunch and chew. Most exciting may be the mounds of loose, crumbly tater tots that burst open in your mouth with a poof of steam in a way they never did in your cafeteria lunch room. They look even better when you’re drunk.

And then, of course, there’s the Bourbon. Oh, the Bourbon. The bar’s list is the size of the average restaurant’s wine selection, and it includes good beers and other whiskeys to boot. Waiters, in fact, claim that it’s a comprehensive list of every single Bourbon you can find in DC. Favorites include the surprisingly sweet and fruity Four Roses Single Barrel, and the smoky and deep Buffalo Trace. All are poured with a liberal hand, and prices are phenomenally reasonable.

When that sweet, amber liquid turns into a warm glow heating your belly, and you are buoyed by the promise of the next basket of tots, it’s easy to understand what it means to sing the song of the South.

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