Two-martini lunches have gone dry (and we don’t mean how you take it).
Smoke-filled rooms—either actual or proverbial—have been snuffed out.
Presenting the expanded W. Curtis Draper Tobacconist, just opened in its new location downtown.
A mere block from the White House, this smoke-shop-meets-lounge is the kind of wood panel and leather place where high-ranking types might have hammered out the Monroe Doctrine.
So next time you need a mid-afternoon break from reading yet another cure-all budget proposal, you’ll push your way through the doors to meet the sweet aroma of top-notch stogies from Nicaragua, the Dominican Republic and Honduras.
You’ll make your way past sterling silver Tiffany humidors, huge jars of loose tobacco and glass cases filled with antique clay pipes (mental note: holiday gifts) and into the giant walk-in humidor. Head straight for the island in the center that holds the top-tier brands like La Palina, Padron and La Verita.
Then, commandeer a black leather armchair and settle in for a relaxing siesta-time smoke as you puff with fellow aficionados, from bike messengers to Hill aides.
Programming note: the store is also available to rent for cocktail parties, dinners and the occasional fund-raiser.
Should be a heck of a blowout.