Ode to Chief Ike's

Oh Chief Ike's,
I live in your neighborhood,
Yet rarely visit -
I'm not sure why.

Oh Chief Ike's,
I love that you allow dogs,
And offer weekly yoga classes (yoga and beer: yes),
And that you have a make-your-own Bloody Mary bar on Sundays, though I could do without the football.

I love that you're not pretty,
That one night last winter my husband and I watched the Simpsons with you while drinking Anchor Steam, lots of Anchor Steam -
That you're right downstairs from a lounge named after my dog (or so I like to think),
And that tonight, you are celebrating All Souls Day (see advert at left), exhibiting joie de vivre even as you celebrate the dead.

Oh Chief Ike's, I wish you well, and hope this blog post brings you at least one visitor you wouldn't have had otherwise.

[Blast from the past: previous Creative DC post featuring a photo of the bar at Chief Ike's.]