Tonic cures what ails you

sweetWhen the stress of your day job ails you, its time to walk into Tonic, the restaurant or the bar, and feel relief. Populated by Mt. Pleasant locals, its cool and relaxed, with a ‘Hi’ here and there, you soon get to know the faces that show often and take Tonic speed in stride.
Now that doesn’t mean the service is slow. On the contrary, it’s the great service that keeps people coming back. Great servers like Patrice, who love to chat and laugh with customers while she slings drinks. And great owners who back them up because they really love the business.

Jeremy and Bernie are seasoned restaurateurs; they do this for the love of it as much as the money. Here there is no hard sell or corners cut. No at Tonic Restaurant you know what you’re getting is good food at a fair price. Hey, I should know, I’m a local there. Again, it’s not just for the good food but also the fun people.

Where else would a random football game turn into a hair-dye bet? Yep, after too much talking last year, Jeremy and Bernie bet on the Lions vs. Giants, with each throwing down their manes for their teams. After the scream and the suds settled, Jeremy was a brand new blonde. Gotta respect a man who gives up his mane to keep his word.

Then again, they do this on regular occasion, like when another big talking late at night got Tonic Bar in a duel with Wonderland Ballroom, a Columbia Heights bar. A kickball duel with bragging rights that are worth more than a football game. We’re talking bar bragging rights, which after an afternoon of shouts, screams, beers, and bruises, went to Tonic with a score something like:

Tonic Restaurant and Bar: A lot
Wonderland Ballroom: Not much

Like I said, Tonic cures what ails you. And if you excuse me, I’m headed there now. If you want to join, here’s the details:


Tonic Restaurant, Bar, and Grill
Cures What Ails You
3155 Mt. Pleasant Street, Washington, DC 20010
Phone: 202.986.7661

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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