Ruth C.
Yelp
Four and a half stars. I have a love/hate relationship with Li'l Ms Whiskey. Really it's because I find myself way more prone to debauchery here despite the mounting douche factor, and I guess there are worse champagne problems to have. Speaking of which, don't come here looking for champagne. Plenty of ATMs in the neighborhood if you forget it's a cash-only bar. H St parking is rarely impossible to find, but you may have to scope out a couple streets before being successful on a weekend evening. Otherwise you better like long walks, buses, or taxis. Generally unmarked except for neon "OPEN" light over the doorway at the top of some steps; I use the flag as a guiding landmark for people who haven't been there before.
The bouncer in black with long hair, silver contacts, and enough piercings to trip airport security is super chill. If he's begging the other bouncer to switch doorman duties with him in lieu of being upstairs, that's sort of a hint that the upstairs bar has been taken over by douchey prepsters. And if my guests are alarmed by his appearance, then I know to keep them downstairs in the divey area because they won't be prepared for the upstairs danceathon. DJ sets start upstairs around 10 pm. I've seen a few spinning here, and they all crank out very different playlists from each other. The private area upstairs is by reservation only, and great for small parties; you get full exposure to the music and are able to choose just how much exposure you want to the sweaty sardine can of a dance floor later in the evening. You can seat about a dozen people there comfortably, but there aren't public seating options on the upper level, just a drink ledge surrounding the non-elevated part of the dance floor. Downstairs are bar stools and a few lounge chairs near the window. Decor borders on lunacy in a good way, and you can trust that the Elvis cutout periodically moves around.
I've imposed a one-Awesomeness-per-night limit on myself. I'm well on my way to plastered before I can kill a second mason jar (or pint glass if they run short of the former) of the stuff. The drink is a slushie with a distinctive sweet tea sort of aftertaste, and an ugly race between brain freeze or finishing it before it melts. Wiser folks will gravitate towards the decent, limited beer list and stay away from the overpriced shots. Beer goggles and dim lighting are a deadly combination.
I've never gotten around to trying the guy who grills on the patio on weekends, he's always been running late when I've actually been hungry. I also have failed to catch Kostume Karaoke on its alternate Wednesdays when it switches between here and Solly's. Every once in awhile a food truck will camp outside to catch the drunks on their way home. So other than hitting the surrounding establishments before their kitchens close, be aware that this is strictly a booze and dancing bar. LMW is like gravity, I'm drawn back whether I'm in the mood for it or not.