1811 14th Street, NW
I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
So much for that third floor expansion?
The Washington Post reported the bombshell news yesterday:
“By the end of the year, its ground-floor Red Room bar — where, for years, young Washington’s edgier population convened to pound PBRs and Tecates — will close, along with the Backstage, the Black Cat’s small secondary performance space.
Both operations will squeeze into a much smaller nook upstairs while Ferrando carves up the sizable square footage on his club’s street level to make room for one or two retail tenants that fit in better with the new landscape of the booming Dupont-Logan neighborhood.”
And may God have mercy on their soul.