The tables are packed with congressmen, lawyers, and lobbyists who are sick of the welfare system, wussy politicians, and low-fat grilled chicken breasts. There are so many places that have gotten so . . . For the moment, the Grille is the hot Republican hangout. You can smoke at the bar. The very act of walking in the door has a defiant edge, a swagger of deregulated power.
Political correctness is incorrect.
Fresh-faced Hill staffers order martinis and light up Camels with a satisfied look. The entrance sits next to the meat window, full of raw slabs of aged beef. A huge buffalo head hangs above the bar. Little deer heads hover throughout the restaurant. A statue of Blind Justice stands in the foyer.