Marjan Of Georgetown

This place does not actually exist. The phone number is actually for prince café on Wisconsin ave. And prince café is a piece of shit establishment. One of the worst businesses in all of DC.

…There was a crashing of hookahs and a woman’s shrieking…“Fight! Fight! Fight!”. Some guy had removed the top tube-​thing of his hookah and was brandishing it like a club, threatening another patron at Marjan. It was 2:20 am, the last bars had closed, and the drunks had descended on Marjan. My friend the military man standing and clapping, his eyes glazed over in wonder…“I love Marjan!!!” he said. In the background, persian music videos played on the big screen; a wailing, high-​pitched female voice accompanied the madness.
They don’t sell liquor here, so it seems that most patrons decide to get themselves good and drunk before coming, nights. One of the great, shadowy establishments of Prospect street.

Towards the end of my time in DC when I didn’t have the energy to go all the way to Roslyn I’d get my fix for Indian food at Marjan down near M Street. Their chicken tikka marsala and palak paneer were pretty good and the place was charming in a Euro-​disco kind of way.