Decades DC — Restaurant in Washington

Kamar, the lovely bartender on the top floor, defines what a wonderful night in DC is all about. The perfect balance of friendly (maybe even flirty? But alas, no:,( she’s just that good, dammit!) and professional. Was I acknowledged? More than that…validated. Who needs a good mother when Kamar is pouring shots? Not me. And right when she sensed my mommy issues, Kamar locked in. Seriously, how does someone make a drink that fast? Because of her, I feel like my future children will have a wonderful Christmas. Still wondering who’s gonna have those children…not Kamar, she looks far too young for me…and yet she acts with the maturity of a wise village elder. Amazing. Anyways, the highly revered and astonishingly proficient, professional and provokingly thought inspiring Kamar…deserves a raise. Good women are like prostitutes…you either pay them to stay around or you loose them. Don’t lose Kamar. Decades would lose a century.

2:24 AM I must say, some of the customers at this bar deserve to be an aristocrat in the French Revolution. For instance, I just watched a fully grown woman disgrace herself by yelled at Kamar for service. To act in this manner is to confirm that you are, in fact, a true wench. But Kamar? Not an eyelid was batted. Simply a smile and prompt response via superior customer service. Did this woman (wench) deserve such treatment? Certainly not. But Kamar tends the garden of Karma, her patience and professionalism. Gracefully sparing her wench-proned adversary the admonishment that she deserved…Kamar proves…once again…that she is WORTH more than whatever her intrinsic compensation currently falls short of. As a man that descends from colonizers (allegedly? 23andMe said I was chill), why hasn’t this woman received the deed to this sacred ground? Pay this prophet of the liquor MORE? Please?:,)

3:04 AM I can now see that aforementioned wench is naught but a female Irkle. For Kamar to show so much compassion and restraint (she was so mean to her) is actually wild. Once again, and for the final time this evening…pay...

Unbelievable experience in the worse way. Recently, I have separated from my wife and I try to go out once and a while, just to take my mind off the pain and grief. I drove all the way from Frederick, over an hour to parlay at your establishment and I was rudely asked to leave due to me "nodding" and that is laughable. I am too grown to be sleeping in a club. All the while there was a smoke fest happening upstairs and somehow I became a target. I didn't know you can be harassed for partying how you party, by yourself.

This was an absurb interaction, I was all by myself, minding my own business, vibing to the music and some secruity guy comes up and esorts me out, which is super embarrassing. I am a retired veteran and never expected to get treated in this manner.

I told him I was not nodding and why he was messing with me. He said, he observed me and the manager observed me nodding. Not sure how they saw this when I never did nod...

Then, as I was leaving out, he had the nerve and tried to censor my speech. He said I was cursing at him, which I was not, I was speaking in general to myself because I was in disbelief, that this was happening. What would be your reaction if you drove an hour to enjoy yourself and you get kicked out a club, for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Is this what happens in this administration's America? Paying customers get accused of nodding and get the boot. Get told how to speak when you been falsely accused of something you know you didnt do. Insane and embarrassing. No warning, no nothing, my words meant nothing. ...

Where do I begin? Be prepared to earn your way into the rooftop bar, but only after you climb the world record of steepest steps up a never-ending staircase.

Now, requesting a VIP section turned into a game of musical chairs as we were relocated thrice within the first 20 minutes. But credit where credit's due, everyone was amiable, courteous, and professional.

Their layout is about as unique as it gets for a rooftop bar. You know what's not unique though? The impromptu rainwater collection system they had in place. If you don’t mind a window sill lined with plastic cups to catch rainfall, that is a VIP exclusive you’ll be happy to have paid for.

It's apparent that clubbing has taken a drastic turn since COVID, and it seems like Decades missed the memo on dress code enforcement. We arrived dressed to the nines, only to be surrounded by a crowd that looked ready to break into a spontaneous rendition of 'Woodstock 2.0'.

While the DJ was on point with music, the atmosphere (once crowded) was giving “middle school dance.” As Millennials, it was evident that Gen Z fits the socially awkward stereotype because there was a lot of standing in a circle as if to avoid scuffing their Sketchers.

In the end, our saving grace was our little VIP corner, which became a haven amidst the adolescent festival happening around us. So, if you're looking to relive your teenage years in a rooftop setting and don't mind a little rainwater decor, Decades in DC...