I've long heard that DC's H Street neighborhood resembles the Williamsburg one in Brooklyn. Hipsters claim both as their stomping ground, local businesses rule the streets, and the bartenders hand out Jameson shots like candy to kids. I got my DC legs on H Street so I had an inkling I'd "get" its Brooklyn counterpart (big sibling?). Williamsburg has the same tight-knit vibe I love about H Street, with the same burgeoning restaurant scene, and some seedier underpinnings. Pam and I found a quaint restaurant on a back street with a stellar wine list and a covered ivy-laced terrace for dinner. We followed it up with champagne and Brooklyn beer at a dirty dive bar with a secret garden out back. I felt right at home in Williamsburg.
if you go...
(one of the bartenders looks like Guillermo from Weeds & Scandal, and i did not mind)
(ask for the hidden door to the secret garden. tip: charge your phone on one of the holiday lights extensions)
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