The silliest thing I ever did in Washington

If a vampire had a bar, it would look just like Little Miss Whiskey's Golden Dollar.

And that's probably the last thing he would ever name it.

Inside Little Miss Whiskey's Golden Dollar

I've never been to a bar quite like Little Miss Whiskey's Golden Dollar. It's a wonderfully strange place. My friends and I wound up here one Wednesday night, in search of a place to sing karaoke to celebrate a friend's last night in town. It was a pain to find. Located on H St. NE between 11th and 12th, it's inside a little white row house that is not clearly marked, and we were a little hesitant going in. When we got in, we may have become even more hesitant. It looked like a townie bar that had gotten bit by a vampire. With purple-ish wallpaper, it was dark and dingy, and had a clientele not too far off from that description. Nervously, we asked the bartender where the karaoke was. This didn't come off as a karaoke type of place. He said upstairs, and we made our way up a little staircase and emerged into a bigger room, still covered in the creepy purple wallpaper, random, odd art and knick-knacks all around.

Little Miss Whiskey's is the
white row house on the right

We all immediately ordered Long Islands.

"Careful," the bartender warned us. "We're famous here at Little Miss Whiskey's for our very strong Long Islands."

I think we all took that as a good thing. Then we noticed something along the wall near the karaoke stage that was bizarre, even for this place - costumes. This wasn't just your regular karaoke night - it was costume karaoke night.

Soon, the regulars starting filing in, the Long Islands coursed through our veins, and we found ourselves taking turns with the microphone on stage, donning bright orange feather boas and lime green afro wigs. Little Miss Whiskey's had taken a quick turn from eerie awkwardness to electric ecstasy. It didn't take long for the whole crowd to get in to each and every song. The night ended with a rousing, drunken rendition of Journey's "Don't Stop Believing."

the crowded dance floor at Little Miss Whiskey's

the upstairs bar at Little Miss Whiskey's

If you are in Washington, DC - go to Little Miss Whiskey's Golden Dollar. It started off a little freaky, yes, but my friends and I had so much fun once we settled in. This is not your typical bar - it's a wacky, carefree change of pace that you will not regret. Once the karaoke got going, you'll find every brand of person here - young and old, men and women, tattooed and preppy. And by the end of the night, each one is best friends with the next, throwing their arms around each others' shoulders in carefree harmony.

One problem - it's a bit of a trek from any metro. The closest stops are Union Station and New York Avenue.

But it's worth the walk, without a doubt.