The Mayflower Club — Restaurant in Washington

The bar and lounge is absolutely stunning and they also have coat check along with bouncers to check and verify that patrons are of age to enter this establishment, but this place lacks customer service to the fullest. I originally was going to the bar next door to visit a different bartender but I was unaware that they were not open.

I had realized that the Mayflower was new and I decided to check it out since the original place that I wanted to go to was closed and also due to the fact that They were hiring.

Where do I start I guess I had stumbled upon this place while they had a big party going on which I had no clue I stood at the bar for about 15 mins and no one had acknowledged me or ask if I wanted a drink. Then the lights had come on and since I already work at a bar I already knew what that mean. I was having issues with my phone and tried to call a transportation and it was not working for some reason. I explained this to one of the staff and they said they wouldn't help me and didn't. I explained the situation to one of the host and she understood but there was a a young man that was about 5'8 heavy set with blonde slick hair that was treating me as if I was a drunk belligerent bar guess when that was not the case I walked into the establishment completely sober. Another lady who she called her manager came out and she refused to help me she said go outside there's plenty of cabs, I'm not familiar with this area so I believed her I go outside no CABS I had to ask the fellow police officers to help me with what I asked the original establishment to do. I'm not sure why they didn't want to help me especially after I thought about initially applying here, I'm not sure if these people treated me so poorly because the color of my skin or idk the color of my skin, but this was not acceptable and I will never come back ever.

Shame on this company because they have a nice concept going on but absolutely terrible staff and...

I would give this place 0 stars if possible. My girlfriends and I all went to the Mayflower for the first time and had a very disappointing experience. It started with a rude bartender and overpriced drinks. He also did not make us aware of the suggested 20% gratuity and instead added it to the bill without asking. When we were seated it took 30 min for us to get water and to see a menu. When we asked for straws the server tossed a handful of unwrapped straws in a napkin on the table. The silverware wasn’t wrapped and all of the utensils were in direct contact with the table. Our waiter was also very passive aggressive and did not want to answer our questions about the menu. Our cocktails for the table also came out extremely late and were poorly made. One of told him that the drink was too strong and his response was “it’s Friday” and walked away. Our appetizers of calamari and bread were cold and the calamari was undercooked. I noticed the manager watching our table and she decided to come over and offer “assistance”. She refried the same cold calamari and even ate off our plate saying that the food was fine. The “new” bread was burned worse than the first order and was completely inedible. By that time we had asked for our bill to pay for the apps and drinks as the entrees were just ordered. The manager became irate and yelled at our table saying we would pay for everything and had our food rushed out to the table. After a member of our party informed the manager that she’s an attorney and the management was behaving unlawfully they allowed us to leave and pay the adjusted bill. Even after paying the adjusted bill and changing the gratuity someone still went back and up-charged our entire bill. I DO NOT recommend dining here as the ambiance does not make up for the poor service, bad food, and...

Reflecting on 1223 brings me back to the twilight of my clubbing days in my twenties. It was a place that once held a mystique—a beacon of nightlife where the "best of the best" gathered. In those early years of clubbing, 1223 seemed like a distant pinnacle of sophistication and exclusivity.

Yet, as time passed, I found myself stepping through its doors one evening, realizing that I had arrived at the tail end of my clubbing journey in DC. The music still throbbed, the lights still dazzled, but the energy felt different—less about excitement and more about nostalgia. It was a moment of realization that my priorities and interests had shifted, signaling the end of an era.

After bidding farewell to 1223, I embarked on a journey that took me across the globe. I saw new places, experienced different cultures, and grew in ways I never imagined during those clubbing nights. But no matter where life took me, whenever I passed by the place where 1223 once stood—now replaced by another club—it will always be 1223 in my memories.

The closure of 1223 left a void in DC's nightlife, but its legacy lives on in the stories we share and the memories of nights spent dancing and connecting with friends. It was more than just a club; it was a symbol of a youthful spirit and a chapter in my life that shaped who I am today.

As I reminisce about 1223, I'm grateful for the experiences and friendships forged within its walls. Though the club itself is gone, its imprint on my journey remains vivid...