Give a moment to morn Dragonfly Bar, a Dupont Circle haven of euro-disco and movie projections in all-white funky retro interiors.
I’d miss Dragonfly if I were single. I stalked the hotties there back in my day, pulling a few birds during late night prowls.
Prowls that always had me repulsed at Dragonfly’s dinner options. Who really wanted sushi with a side of cigarette smoke? I sure didn’t.
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