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D.C.’s longest operating hotel, infamous and beloved, to close its doors
washingtonpost.com
For the uninitiated, mourning the passing of the Harrington may seem as inconceivable as, say, tearing up over the closing of a Motel 6. But to its devotees — the generations of tourists, Boy Scout troops and school groups that came from all over; the regulars who drank Harry’s cheap beers and inhaled Ollieburgers — the Harrington is an unbuttoned oasis in an otherwise buttoned-up downtown.
I worked around the corner from this place in my first DC job and had my first day’s lunch with my boss at Harry’s. I’d hit Ollie’s for lunch on the regular. “Unbuttoned” is a great way to put it.