The Creed Tavern

Speakeasy by invite only. Lucky enough to attend the grand closure event memorial weekend as ownership is closing the tavern. The closure is due to massive government bureaucracy that would not issue Cabernet, liquor and restaurant license. The interior is grandiose — full Napa valley wine selection and craft beers — with African and Alaska game. Took a seat at the roof top lounge to enjoy grilled wings and tri tip sliders. There’s a peek of the Washington monument and City lights skyline.

My wife and I came into town and were looking for a nice place to have dinner and avoid the crowds, so we decided to check out something only the locals know about. This place had a crazy animal motif with some serious big game on the walls. The wine selection was great and prices are super reasonable.

The ribs & brisket were delicious! Only two types of wine available, but they were really good which compensated for the small selection. I was disappointed that the only beer on tap was PBR, but other reviews did mention you could supplement with your own beer. I was also surprised that kids were present in the tavern, but I’m not from this area so maybe that’s not a big deal. A small fire broke out, but bartender Dustin handled the situation with ease and put the fire out with his bare hands. Overall a great experience and I definitely plan to return!

The drinks are flowing, food is amazing, and the décor is one of a kind! The owners are regularly work the bar and grill and the regulars are unique.

Supremely disappointed. Came here on Friday night with a date and was totally confused when we ended up at a wine bar instead– fortunately management told us that The Creed Tavern was actually upstairs, so we headed up. Seems to be one of those kitschy «speakeasy» joints with no sign, so when we knocked and didn’t get an answer, we let ourselves in. There whole bar has been turned into an exact recreation of that basement that your friend owned in college, where everything had a sticky layer of stale beer and and there were tallboys abandoned in every corner. There seemed to be an arty vibe, as we noticed a number of modern art pieces made to look like normal pieces of junk that you would find in the apartment of some Clarendon bros (I was actually pretty impressed by this– as an avid follower of Marina Abramovic’s modern art installations it seemed like an interesting concept for bar art). I guess the bartender was on a smoke break, so we opened a bottle of wine and sat on the array of IKEA furniture. There wasn’t any karaōke (thanks DJ Dustin) and my date decided that I had terrible taste in bars and left me there. I finished off the bottle of wine myself, and after looking around for any member of waitstaff, couldn’t get the check to pay. I didn’t have any cash on me, so I left a handful of gum and a coaster from SoBe in one of the art installations made to look like an underwear drawer. Such a weird place, never going back.

I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really like this place. It makes my pringle tingle.