3. Bar at the Tabard Inn, Washington, D.C.
In this era of flea-market aesthetics, it's refreshing to discover a bar that feels broken in because it actually is. At first glance, the crowd at this century-old Dupont Circle institution looks like it's composed of policy wonks who might let think-tank business spill over into cordials, but those guys are here for the same reason you are: to relax over a nouveau bourbon rickey while reclining in a fireside armchair worn in by nothing but asses and time. (1739 N St. NW, 202-331-8528; tabardinn.com)
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