Fire stations are so fun they're basically clubs already, what with the alarms constantly blaring over the sound system, and, presumably, DJ's ceaselessly spinning the B-Eyed Peas "Let's Get Retardant" in here. Finally find out if any of that is true, at Sixth Engine.
Built into DC's first firehouse, Sixth serves shined-up tavern fare amidst navy and red walls with carved eagles clutching American flags, vaulted ceilings with huge bay windows, and vintage photos of the squad from 1890, when firefighting consisted mainly of leeching and analyzing the Inferno's humors.
To quench the fire in your belly, they've got sizable entrees like a grilled tenderloin touched up w/ black truffle and Madeira jus, lobster tortellone topped w/ Gruyere & thermidor sauce, and chicken-topped, cheddar-thyme "pot waffles", whose suddenly fascinating tessellated ridges you can enjoy just staring at for hours on end.
For hosing yourself down, there're tastefully simple cocktails like the Jalisco Razor Blade (Milagro Reposado, agave syrup, cayenne pepper), the Battle of New Orleans (bourbon, absinthe, simple syrup, orange bitters), and the gin/ Aperol/ muddled cucumbers Archangel -- drink too many, and people will Marvel at your mutation into a huge weirdo.
And if you're just looking for those beers, they've got eight drafts including Star Hill Wee Heavy and Hitachino Nest White Ale, all of which'll get you feeling loose enough to sing along with other Peas' firehouse covers like "Boom Boom P -- ow, That's Hot", and "I've Got A Feelin', This Was Arson".
Published: February 10, 2012 at 4:00am EST
438 Massachusetts Avenue Northwest,
Washington, DC, DC 20001
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