Sue G.
Yelp
In my insatiable quest to find the weirdest sh!t wherever we happen to be, I dragged the husband from one end of DC to the other (diagonally!) just so I could see the bar made out of a school bus. Since we rarely get down to that part of the District, I sweetened the deal by promising him a late lunch at Eastern Market, which I had heard so much about.
Indulge me for a moment while I set the stage. Getting to the market was a hike in itself, taking longer than expected (about 40 minutes), only to find nearly every food vendor already packed up by the time we arrived. (Except the crepes people, but that's for another review.) Perhaps it was because we got there just an hour before closing, but the market was very disappointing. (Again, for another review.)
So now I've got a hangry husband, annoyed that we trekked so far for nothing really. I get a couple of crepes in him to tame the hunger beast, promising him a better late lunch somewhere else, and we set off to find the school bus bar.
Let's walk, I say, it's a nice day and it's only 15 minutes away. As you get away from the market area, the neighborhood begins to take on a rougher feel. I could sense my Marine husband gradually begin to transition from semi-relaxed stroll to low alert. (Don't forget he was hungry, too.) That walk seemed to take forever and he was certain I was lost. Just when I suspect he was about to reach his limit and call for a Lyft home, I saw the sign and a few people in the seating area out front.
We go in. OMG there's no school bus. It's just a dive bar. Where is the freaking school bus?! The look he gave me...I assume my information was outdated. I insisted we take a seat at the bar so he can grab a beer and just chill for a bit. Of COURSE the beer on tap sucks and the husband gives me another look. I'm not a beer drinker and they aren't foo foo drink makers, so...this day is not turning out well.
We might as well eat, I figure. There doesn't seem to be much else around and frankly, he probably would've had a meltdown if I'd suggested we go exploring some more. We look around and it's actually pretty cool with the gas can lights and all. I think we ordered burgers, tasty as I recall, and as we are eating we tell the bartender we had made the trek specifically to see the bus that apparently was no longer there.
It's still here, he informs us. It's upstairs. (Upstairs? Who assembles a school bus on the second floor? Then again, we are talking about a school bus inside a bar...) But that section is closed right now. Of course it is! But then he offers to show it to us when the second bartender comes in for his shift. Now that's service. And once we get up there, the husband sees all the craft beers lined up in the bus and it's as if the heavens opened up around him.
Point of the story: Trusty's is a cool, neighborhood dive bar. There IS a school bus in it, it IS worth the trek even from the northwest to see it and the craft beer selection is decent enough to calm a frustrated husband.