Best Bar for Drinking Alone While Contemplating Your Own Mortality
2339 18th St. NW, (202) 462-8100
It’s a rough time for America right now. There are more mass shootings in the U.S. than almost any other country in the world. Tensions between its citizens—especially between black Americans and law enforcement officials—is staggeringly high, making it seem like the country hasn’t evolved much since the 1950s. Donald Fucking Trump, of all people, has a very real shot at becoming our next president. It’s enough to drive anyone to drink. Luckily, there’s Angles in Adams Morgan. It may be situated in what’s arguably the most obnoxious nightlife spot in the city, but the bar’s divey atmosphere, cheap pitchers, jukebox full of corny classic-rock jams, and unpretentious atmosphere is the perfect place to hunker down, drink, and wonder what the fuck the point of it all is.