Sunday, March 6, 2011

Dive Bar Shirt Club: Raven Bar & Grill


I received my next dive bar t-shirt, and this one comes from our Nation's capital. And, following the trend of the past few months, this place doesn't have a website. Or even a Facebook page, actually. So, alas, I need to rewrite what they included in the mailer. Oh well.


The Raven was built in 1935 soon after the end of Prohibition, and the nation was in the mood for a drink. It started out as a liquor store but the neighborhood soon asked for a place to sit. Some booths were fitted into the narrow space and a favorite urban watering hole was born. Out of necessity they kept it simple. Beer comes in bottles and cans and in spite of its name the only food is clipped on a chip rack. By the 195o's people were feeling pretty great and entertainment icons found their black and white faces on the walls and their sounds on the tabletop jukeboxes. Things look like they've stayed the same since then, maybe because if it isn't broke, why fix it? Or even if if it is broke, apparently. Poor lighting is kind where history lives in the beat-up wood and mismatched barstools. You can find plenty of inspiration from generations of suds-soaked philosophy on gangrene walls in restrooms that would scare away lesser beings. A visit to the Raven Grill almost requires an appreciation of the fact that some of the best times in life are to be found in the dark.

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