Take 5 at Catch 15

Cold front!  Will this winter never end?  A big pot of warm stew would hit the spot — or we could throw up our hands, succumb to nature and eat cold stuff.  Stuff on ice. Oysters, say.  Except Mrs. Me doesn’t like oysters, and Tom Sietsema didn’t like the oysters at Catch 15.  So…just icy cold drinks then?

Catch 15 is a hip new restaurant/bar on K Street (1518 K).  Smoky lighting, with lots of dark woods and fabrics, and screens showing video of fish and octopi, the place makes you feel underwater, kind of.  It’s actually quite warm and cozy inside, so that’s nice (until we get to summer).

We stopped by for a drink one night last week on our way to dinner at Equinox, more about which soon.  Catch 15’s dining room was only half full at 6pm but the bar was getting packed — fortunately we got a couple of the last available seats before the real crowd hit.  It probably didn’t help that Sietsema’s WaPo review, originally published in late February, was re-published in the Express just a day before we visited.

Happy hour specials are few but good; I liked the “ultimat mule” —  a perfect balance of vodka, fresh lime juice, and ginger beer.  All the HH drinks are $5, a fine value, including enormous pours of Lindemans cabernet sauvignon.  The bartender was excellent: efficient, friendly and good at making drinks. Food specials were tempting — the truffle fries looked good — but needed to save room for dinner.  The guys sitting at the oyster bar in the front of the house looked happy, but maybe that was on account of the expansive elbow room and lack of noise compared with the bar area, rather than on account of the oysters.  Or maybe the oysters are actually good?  Anyway, I’d go back for more drinks and to try some food, but not on a Friday.

It was very very very very very VERY loud.

Our visit in numbers:

Catch: 15
In our party: 3
Bar stools occupied by our party: 2
Times Mrs. Me was smacked hard by the elbow of the lady sitting on the adjacent stool: 2
Times we had to pause our conversation while the bartender and a waiter screamed at each other right over our heads about the details of a particular food order: 3
Decibels: 2,335,589 (approximate)
Oysters consumed: zero
Drinks consumed: 1.3 per capita

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