We’re not sure how your last date went, but we’re willing to bet it wasn’t on H Street. It may not
have involved a great bottle of burgundy. And it most certainly didn’t involve a pair of wooden skis and a
tuba.
That’s all about to change, as Le Grenier gets set to open on Sunday.
From the folks behind Le Chat Noir in Tenleytown, this place is a bit like your crazy aunt’s attic: distressed wallpaper peeling off the walls. Old suitcases shoved under the stairs. Antique drum kits and brass instruments popping up everywhere you look. A box of SI swimsuit issues dating back to 1982 (oh, wait, that’s your attic).
Start with a glass—no, a whole damn bottle—of bordeaux at the soft-lit marble bar in the rear. But pretty soon, your thoughts will turn to classic bistro fare like onion soup, steak frites, crepes, even the occasional frog leg.
Our suggestion: repair to a table under the giant Coca-Cola sign painted into the brick (left over from the previous tenants) or at one of the two banquettes fashioned from antique bed headboards.
Don’t get any ideas.
That’s all about to change, as Le Grenier gets set to open on Sunday.
From the folks behind Le Chat Noir in Tenleytown, this place is a bit like your crazy aunt’s attic: distressed wallpaper peeling off the walls. Old suitcases shoved under the stairs. Antique drum kits and brass instruments popping up everywhere you look. A box of SI swimsuit issues dating back to 1982 (oh, wait, that’s your attic).
Start with a glass—no, a whole damn bottle—of bordeaux at the soft-lit marble bar in the rear. But pretty soon, your thoughts will turn to classic bistro fare like onion soup, steak frites, crepes, even the occasional frog leg.
Our suggestion: repair to a table under the giant Coca-Cola sign painted into the brick (left over from the previous tenants) or at one of the two banquettes fashioned from antique bed headboards.
Don’t get any ideas.
