Let’s face it, Adams Morgan is a complete mess — between the kids from GW, Howard, and Georgetown making eyes at each other and throwing up all over their oversized pizza, the cops looking to bust people for parking their cars nose-in, and the general riff-raff begging for bucks or dealing dimebags.
Forget Madam’s Organ, forget Heaven and Hell. Stop the Meskerem madness.
Pharmacy bar is here to save the day. Jukebox, take it as it is bartenders, and people you may not like, but far less of them you care to make pretend about. You happen to be in Adams Morgan, you need a drink, you’re comfortable, and hey, like the name of the bar says, you’re self-medicating.