
At Vermillion, on the other hand, you walk right into the gallery but there is no dining or drinking to be had in that space. But keep going, and you’re rewarded with a nicely dim, high-ceilinged, exposed brick hideaway. The jukebox is loaded with old school blues and R&B, and the ceiling-height horizontal wine racks are part storage and a larger part décor. Chalkboard menu, (faux?) fireplace, bar-top Darth Vader head and two ancient Macs on the shelves behind the bar complete the interior. Nothing stunning, I suppose, and I didn’t try enough of the food to figure out if that’s what I’ll be coming back for, but I’ll definitely be coming back.
I love that it wasn’t overrun in the way of other places I walked by on a recent typically busy Thursday night. Nothing like finding a hidden gem in bar-crowded Capitol Hill.

[Photo courtesy of Tamara Childress]
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