If you’re looking for somewhere to take it easy after a rough divorce, layoff or grim diagnosis—Recessions is probably your bar. While the beer selection is okay, what you would really come here for is a $3.50 Miller Lite in a beer mug the size of an Octoberfest growler. Recessions is the ugly redheaded stepchild to its shining, honor-student neighbor “Mackeys” – a plastic patty sports bar plastered in red paint so thick that it’s practically the Times Square of L Street. Recessions, on the other hand, you would completely miss if you didn’t notice the random door next to its big, sexy and popular neighbor.
Recessions is generally home to local street volunteers, poor interns, non-profit research assistants and vampires. Completely underground, Recessions has the smell of your grandmother’s moldy basement and opens into a dimly lit pool room with stone walls, a vast and elevated rectangular bar area and two greasy pool tables. If you didn’t feel like you were grilling at your uncle’s Pennsylvania townhouse there are industrial garage fans spread throughout the bar to supplement the building’s air conditioning.
The big selling point for a place like this is the 1980s gaming system that includes the family favorite “Nudey photo hunt” where patrons are challenged to point out the differences between two seemly identical nude photos of pornstars and models now old enough to be your great aunt. On a Tuesday night, Recessions is virtually abandoned with the exception of a few tables and some lonely regulars and suits playing a quick post-work game of darts. Music? In an hour I heard James Taylor, Billy Joel, Van Morrison and Bob Marley.
My vote? Worth checking out for a game of pool and a beer with a few friends. But really? Recessions is home to those who typically like to drink alone.
Recessions is generally home to local street volunteers, poor interns, non-profit research assistants and vampires. Completely underground, Recessions has the smell of your grandmother’s moldy basement and opens into a dimly lit pool room with stone walls, a vast and elevated rectangular bar area and two greasy pool tables. If you didn’t feel like you were grilling at your uncle’s Pennsylvania townhouse there are industrial garage fans spread throughout the bar to supplement the building’s air conditioning.
The big selling point for a place like this is the 1980s gaming system that includes the family favorite “Nudey photo hunt” where patrons are challenged to point out the differences between two seemly identical nude photos of pornstars and models now old enough to be your great aunt. On a Tuesday night, Recessions is virtually abandoned with the exception of a few tables and some lonely regulars and suits playing a quick post-work game of darts. Music? In an hour I heard James Taylor, Billy Joel, Van Morrison and Bob Marley.
My vote? Worth checking out for a game of pool and a beer with a few friends. But really? Recessions is home to those who typically like to drink alone.
