About to increase the already staggering number of people Frenching in Adams Morgan at any given time, Mintwood Place is set to serve Franco-twisted fare in a place that looks like where you'd sell off surplus buffalo meat in The Oregon Trail thanks to wagon wheels on the walls, reclaimed wood on the tables & bar, and cast iron gears aplenty.
The menu's overlorded by a chef formerly of Citronelle and Central,
so dude is really psyched to now be plating food next to Jumboslice and includes whole boneless dorade w/ braised fennel & picholine olives, cast iron chicken w/ cippolini shepherd's pie, and skate wings w/ Provencale socca & caponata. The bar's made from Amish mushroom wood (it exists), and serves specialty 'tails like the tequila/ agave/ chartreuse/ grapefruit "Don Quixote", the bourbon/ Art in Age Root/ sarsaparilla "Lone Ranger", and the black rum/ spicy ginger ale/ winter spice molasses "Scrooge", which will force you to call the cells of girlfriends past.
If you don't feel like going through an intense journey through space/ time/ your contacts list, just pull a seat up at the bar, grab a draft (they've got Anderson Valley IPA, DC Brau Belgian, and Port City Porter), and pair it with bites like black walnut romesco & frogs' legs, or escargot hush puppies, also what back-alley makeout artists yell at roving packs of inquisitive dogs.