And now, a quick word before you head out of town...
Oysters.
Oh, you’d like us to elaborate. Well, that’ll take a few more words, but okay.
Here’s Catch 15, an alluring new spot for after-work oysters and late-night revelry, now soft-open on K Street.
Best to leave your light-up Santa sweater in the car, because this place exudes a certain grown-up sexiness—velvet drapes and white leather sofas here, an in-wall fireplace there.
So yeah, you could certainly show up for happy hour with a colleague and hash out your legislative strategy over the four types of oysters on the raw bar, along with 15 beers.
But better to come here after work with a companion of a more personal nature. Then take up in one of the curved booths separated by sheer curtains and start summoning stuff like their take on a dirty martini, which subs out the olive juice for oyster liquor. Or five different riffs on baked oysters.
Should things go the distance, a DJ will take over late nights near that fireplace, and you can ask them to roll out bottles of vodka.
No. Santa will never come out of that fireplace.
Oysters.
Oh, you’d like us to elaborate. Well, that’ll take a few more words, but okay.
Here’s Catch 15, an alluring new spot for after-work oysters and late-night revelry, now soft-open on K Street.
Best to leave your light-up Santa sweater in the car, because this place exudes a certain grown-up sexiness—velvet drapes and white leather sofas here, an in-wall fireplace there.
So yeah, you could certainly show up for happy hour with a colleague and hash out your legislative strategy over the four types of oysters on the raw bar, along with 15 beers.
But better to come here after work with a companion of a more personal nature. Then take up in one of the curved booths separated by sheer curtains and start summoning stuff like their take on a dirty martini, which subs out the olive juice for oyster liquor. Or five different riffs on baked oysters.
Should things go the distance, a DJ will take over late nights near that fireplace, and you can ask them to roll out bottles of vodka.
No. Santa will never come out of that fireplace.
