Smith Point

First of all, let me apologize that the Life Concierge is usually a little lazy on Sundays. He's busy recovering from "research" Saturday nights and watching his fantasy team kick ass.

Last night I made my long-awaited (by no one) return to Smith Point.

I.
Hate.
This.
Bar.

Worst bar in DC? A definite contender. No Miller Lite. Bitchy bartenders. LOOONG line for the bathroom. A freaking list. Way too crowded.

I really don't understand the attraction here. This isn't just me with my usual pithy judgementalism, someone PLEASE explain this place to me.