The lounge at Eventide. Courtesy of Eventide Restaurant.
Drinks after work seem a natural fit for Eventide, which takes its name from exactly the time of day when quittin’ time turns into sippin’ time. (Or guzzlin' time, depending on how much you hate your job.) The design of the roof is understated, featuring light, sun-reflecting colors and natural foliage in wood planters. A seat at the relatively small rooftop bar will let you drink in the dusk until its dying moments with a crowd that ranges from a bit smaller and more sedate on a random mid-week night to larger and more lively on Fridays and Saturdays. Either way, the management’s policy of preventing overcrowding means the din stays at a manageable level and you won’t have to unleash your elbows to get to the bar. You will likely have to wait for a table on the roof if you show up after 6 p.m., and once the bar is full, patrons are let up to the roof in groups of 10 as the crowd thins.
The cocktail list, currently heavy on citrus to complement the season, serves you well as you sit outdoors enjoying the end of a hot day. On a recent visit the bartender mixed me up a Vieux Mot ($10)—an absolutely delicious yet simple drink pairing the rarer St. Germain elderflower liquor with gin and fresh squeezed lemon. (Although perhaps he shouldn’t have told me it was the first time he was making this drink for a customer. I wouldn’t have known.) Bartenders pay attention to detail at Eventide—juice is squeezed fresh and then meticulously strained, and ingredients are measured to ensure proportions remain the way bar manager Steve Warner envisioned them. The Texas Rose ($9), a sweeter, more refined take on a margarita, is also a standout with Lunazul tequila, Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur, ginger/honey syrup, lime juice, and strawberry puree.
You will pay a bit of a premium to sit topside, however, as there are no happy hour specials available on the roof. Unlike in the downstairs lounge, nothing is half price from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. You can enjoy the rooftop atmosphere a little more economically by sticking to beer, although if you’re used to drinking cans of PBR, you might balk at paying $4 apiece. The rooftop selection also includes cans of Tecate ($4.50) and Dale’s Pale Ale ($5), and Flying Dog In Heat Wheat ($6), Miller Lite ($4.50) and Corona ($5.50) in the bottle. A menu of cold dishes specific to the rooftop, which includes a seating area separate from the bar, is also available, ranging from those perfect to share for a nosh (“Angry Shrimp” for $15, or house made charcuterie and a cheese plate for $10) to chilled soups, large salads and even some desserts that could make an entire light meal.
Downstairs, plush overstuffed bar stools, deep red and gray colors and details like artful glass holders for the beverage menus make for a definite lounge atmosphere. The design may try a shade too hard—one chandelier looks like something out of Hot Topic—but it’s the solid service and healthy beer list that you’ll remember anyway. The staff have an encyclopedic knowledge of the beer menu, which features a number of beers from nearby breweries, including the 60-Minute IPA from Dogfish Head, a porter from St. George Brewing Co. in Hampton, VA and the Jomo Lager from Starr Hill Brewing Co. in Charlottesville, VA. For Belgian-style fans, Eventide is eager to please with the La Fin du Monde triple from the Unibroue brewery in Quebec ($8) and the Garde Dog Biere de Garde from Flying Dog ($6). Beers are half price from 5 to 7 p.m., and two house wines are also served for $5 during happy hour.
The lounge also has its own cocktail and food menu separate from the roof. Some of Warner’s signatures include the Stilwell ($9) with Virginia Gentleman 90 Whiskey, Dubonnet Rouge and bitters; and the Peach Chumpy ($9), a mix of rum, white balsamic vinegar, preserved peach puree and ginger liqueur. The list also includes the de rigeur drink of the moment, a Jack Rose ($7) and other classics like an Aviation ($10) and an Algonquin ($8). For a good snack, try the soft pretzels with house-made peach mustard and deviled ham ($8). The two moist, doughy twists with the perfectly balanced salty and sweet sides bring the usually pedestrian dish to a whole new level. Other options on the lounge menu are roasted olives ($5), herbed fries with apricot-horseradish mustard ($6), grilled skirt steak ($14) and soup and a sandwich ($10)—grilled white cheddar cheese sandwich and lobster bisque.
Although there wasn’t a wait during either of DCist’s visits to the spot, Eventide’s management acknowledges that you may have to wait to get into the lounge as well—it has a similar overcrowding prevention policy that owners hope will create a more “conversation-enabling” atmosphere, according to Managing Partner Dave Pressley. They’ve had a pretty good response to the approach, he said, pointing out that “the people that hate us for not letting them pack the bar are exactly the crowd we didn’t want in the first place, so it’s working out fine.” Despite this policy, which leans toward the exclusive, the bar’s smiling service and simple, quality food and drink bring Eventide back down to earth.
Eventide
3165 Wilson Blvd.
Arlington, VA
Bar & Rooftop Patio open Tues.-Sat., 5 p.m. to 1 a.m.
Dining Room open Tues.-Sat., 5:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m., plus Sunday Brunch, 9 a.m. to 2 p.m.
(703) 276-3165



Who cares if they have a cheap beer in a can? Who doesn't? This is just another restaurant that has turned Clarendon from a diverse ethnic food and late-night-eats haven to a homogenized pool of overpriced proto-yuppie breeding grounds.
I swear, one of these days someone's going to get pissed enough to burn this place, Clarendon Ballroom and Mr. Days to cinders.
I miss the days I could go to Hope Key at 1 in the morning for a good bowl of Congee or to Queen Bee for some authentic Vietnamese after a night at Dremo's.
WTF happened Arlington?
I agree, but as long as I can still stumble out of Galaxy Hut and land in a bowl of Hard Times chili, I'll be content.
It's an open secret that for years, the InBev Corporation has been adding chemicals to their high-end yuppie brand beers that make the drinker sterile. So, technically, these places are yuppy sterilization pounds. This is also why bicycle seats are deliberately designed to give men erectile disfunction. Is it just a coincidence that the InBev, the Bianchi Bicycle Corporation, and Pfizer (the makers of Viagra®) are all owned by the Bavarian Illuminati? Wake up and smell the sodium pentathol, people. We're through the looking glass here.
Did thoughts arrive like butterflies?
Well played!
whispering hands... gently leads them away...
Clarendon sucks ass!
Nice review Rebecca. By the title of your post shall we assume you will be buying us all drinks tonight at five?
"Bartender! Buy everyone in here a drink! And fifty straws!"
does this mean we'll see yet another wapo metro article declaring clarendon the hippest neighborhood since the bush girls got busted at stetsons? clarendon is about as hip as them herpes medication commercials.
Uh-Oh this is proof that the "Clarendon crowd" is hitting their 30's and the 40's are coming like a freight train.
This is like the fifth DCist post on this fucking place. Are you guys getting paid or something? This is DCist, not BFESuburbainist. IF I wanted to know the douchey going-ons in Virginia I would read the Washington Times. K thanks bye.
I see someone didn't get their free donut today.
You don't like much of anything posted on DCist. Why do you come here?