The Raven Grill is a grill in the sense that people who drink there have likely eaten at some point in their lives, potato chips the only emergency option available. Holder of Washington DC’s oldest liquor license, the grill was operative when the dive bar opened in 1935, slinging inexpensive cheeseburgers. Those days are long gone, faded similarly to the wood that lines the interior and the dive bar’s set of cracked, original booths.
Even by dive bar standards, the selection is strict at The Raven Grill, no taps to be found and no soda dispensed from a bar gun. Framed photos of luminaries like Jimi Hendrix line the bar’s long wall opposite the Christmas light-laden bar back. The prime seating at The Raven Grill is certainly the booth set into the bay-style window out front, red padding and a view of the Mount Pleasant neighborhood a perfect complement to a can of National Bohemian.