Smith Point

Just another hangout for Georgetown brats, and I say that as an alum not an outsider. This place has been dead for a while now. ZZZzzzzz… BORING

Good God. Everything that is wrong with this country lives at this place. I feel dirty inside.
I spent most of the time in the corner talking to the DJ’s friend about the travesty happening on stage.
At least a couple of people thought I was «the help» and gave me their empty glasses.
I would never go back, but if I did, I’d wear a beret and a «black lives matter» t shirt and bring a busload of Latinas, and order imported beer.

This place is racist. If you don’t look like you go to Georgetown University, they will tell you there’s a guest list. If you’re white and preppy, there’s no cover. Unbelievable.

I will never go back to this place.
This is the place for you if you are a white republican and are looking for a frat afterparty. Otherwise if you have a brain, for your own SAFETY, dont go.
If you are a minority, dont go.
if your parents are not loaded and you dont wear pastel shorts, just don’t.
The bouncers are incredibly rude. I received the worst of service.
They play Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Backstreet Boys, etc. all night long. But that’s not the horrible part, because the place is quite nice and has plenty of space.
The problem is the people that work there. SPECIALLY the bouncers. I went out to look for a couple of friends who werent let in for some unknown reason, and the bouncer pushed me in. Literally. Then he said «Can’t you see there is no one here? Wait inside». Of course I had a drink in my hand so I offered to leave it inside and wait for my friends. This guy was incredibly rude and kept PUSHING me inside.
On another note, the crowd that was there that night (I am not sure if that is the regular crowd but by reading the comments I can guess it is) was making fun at some indian friends of mine calling them «Slumdog» and others were annoyed at the fact that I was speaking Spanish with my friends. This place is terrible.

Don’t do it. Unless you wear ankle guards. The amount of broken glass I would feel hit my feet after some drunk floozy knocked over her cranberry vodka was ridiculous.

I knew nothing about about the hype or the guts or glory of this place. I was invited, I went, it was dead and I nearly left. But then the party started. And it was a fun, dance crowd. I had a great time and left before the major debauchery occurred.

4 STARS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!
I’ve been sitting on this review for 3 days trying to determine on what to say from this experience. Here we go.
Not by choice, but with the 3 times I have been here-​I made Duchess of Smith Point. Mind you, I actually only got to have one true experience.
The first time I came here-​it was dead. No one was there, and I showed up too early. I vacated.
Second time I showed up-​once again too early, and no one was here because it was Memorial Day weekend. Apparently, everyone was out of town.
Finally this past Friday night; I finally prevailed! I showed up around 11:45 p.m., and at about 12:15 a.m. the Chubbies and salmon shorts, boat shoes, and pastel button down shirts were out in full force. I mention Chubbies because there was an open bar party that was sponsored by them. Some of the people from that party were still there when I came in and were there well into the night until I left around 2 a.m.
The crowd is exactly that of what has been stated in every other review-​trust-​fund, southern conservative Republican types blowing their inheritance on drugs and booze. I overheard a couple of people talking about some alleged ‘activity’ taking place in the guy’s bathroom. One guy walked out with some white residue on his face. One can only assume what that could be. If it was visible enough for me and my friend to see it, I know other people saw it too.
When I first arrived, I started talking to this really nice guy from south Texas who turned out to be the only Democrat, next to me. Relief! We ended up playing beer pong with a few other people, where we won 2 out of the 3 games. I am impressed that my skills still exist from so long ago when I played it in college. He supplemented the beers for the games, and a couple of fireballs for the two of us. It was pretty amusing he kept addressing me as «ma’am». I could appreciate the respect.
The beers are at a premium, and he clearly satisfied the $ 30 minimum that you must have on credit cards if you buy at the bar. That’s right…$ 30 credit card minimum. Trust me-​it won’t take long for you to get there with the amount of booze it will take some people to enjoy this place. I enjoyed it with my sobriety. Comical to say the least.
The best way to describe Smith Point is post college frat party. Plastic party cups, white folks doing their best to ‘dance’ when really they look like they are doing some sort of mating ritual to 80s classic songs and top 40 music.
*Queues Bloodhound Gang’s «The Bad Touch’
*…“Do it like they do it on Discovery Channel»…indeed.
I sat there and watched from on the side for amusement value. I would not be surprised if it took a guy ten minutes to get a girl to go home with him. For what it looked like-​it took very little effort on a lot of the guy’s part. The girls seemed receptive to it. This became a topic of conversation when playing beer pong; the guys confirmed this is indeed fact. Come to Smith Point if you want an easy ‘take-​out” as one described the women here. Not all women, but definitely many. I am happy to report I didn’t fall victim to such, and went home solo.
The back outside patio is where sitting, smoking, and a beer pong table are located. There is a main bar when you first enter where you can get some drinks and lounge around with seating at the bar. The next room has a bar too right next to the dance floor where you will find the only black guy in the place-​the DJ –and 2 more beer pong tables. The entryway is where more outdoor standing room and tables are. The place is pretty large and probably holds over the capacity it is supposed to. Make no mistake that everyone looks the same and it can be very dizzying in here with all the combovers and varying shades of farmer tans. Fair warning!
What is my bottom line, you ask? I like it. I had a lot of fun in here. I can appreciate a friendly game of beer pong with people being pissed out of their minds. I would never get drunk here because: 1. my own safety and 2. frankly it is more amusing being sober. You can’t make this shit up for what takes place in here, and definitely needs to be enjoyed by more people from outside of Smith Point’s typical mold.

I hung out in the outdoor area. I didn’t have a chance to make my way to the indoor dance floor area. DJ was pretty good and played the usual top 40 stuff. I’d go again. I’m not from this area so I don’t know what’s up with the «LIST» thing, my buddy is on it, so I just tagged along with him.

You know what? Smith Point is probably my favorite bar in Georgetown and probably one of my new favorite places in DC.
Call me crazy, but let me explain.
My company had our holiday after party (with an open bar mind you) at Smith Point. Typically, my scene isn’t usually post frat party dudes and dudettes wearing Vineyard Vines and Barbour jackets. But after last night, I can say it was one of the most fun times I’ve had in a while. Its honestly part of the charm too being in Georgetown because Smith Point really is that stereotype. Old money Georgetown kids, republicans, ill fitted blazers, khakis, sperry’s, etc who are horrible at dancing. But its all in good fun.
As far as being one of the only minorities there, it definitely has its perks. I’m definitely a fan of the talent here after several instances that happened last night, NWS.
Anyways, be mindful if you’re wearing a hat here since the bouncer, who was wearing a beanie, tried to kick my friends out for also wearing beanies. lol wut?
Smith Point is the bar everyone should go to at least once. Its definitely an experience if you’re not used to a republican scene.

What a find by the Good Doctor. Entrance to this establishment is rare, but with the right guest one can find themself in quite dignified air. The Good Doctor met a range of the young elite– from those who answer the phones for Congressmen to those who read the letters. Caution is urged because lovers of past can emerge from the corners and darkness without any notice. The Good Doctor found himself in many awkward situations, to say the least.
The Good Doctor will most likely return and without any prompt notice. FOUR STARS he gives!

Great only if you’re 21 years old and like to dance to ‘90s music on tables like your in Tijuana. 2 stars only because they served alcohol, although I’m not sure I could’ve ignored it once I saw a teenager throwing up in the bathroom. Sheesh!

First of all, how dare you? I think everyone dances quite well there, especially myself. I bust out some Riverdance then the worm then hope they play Steve Winwood’s «Higher Love.» Then, I really go nuts. I have a choriographed dance for the entire song. Yes, it is somewhat redundant but I have some serious vertials I incorporate during the chorus. If you want to see my excellent moves, SP is yo joint.
Oh wait, you can’t go cause your not on the list. After this, I’m heading to George.

No words to describe what I witnessed at Smith Point. This place defines white boy/​white girl wasted. It was quite the sh*t show watching these kids flop all over the dance floor like dead fish. It looked as if Vineyard Vines had puked/​took a dump all over this place.
Wait, there is more… I haven’t got to the juicy part yet… Before I get there, let me tell you about a couple of lovely interactions with racism my friend and I had. Both of us are Latina. We were clearly without a doubt the only non-​white people in this place. This wasted kid comes up to us and says «what country are you girls from, do you speak English? And he was serious. I told him I was born in a far away exotic land called Colorado. What a moron.
Moving on, my friend I were sitting down on a couch where two little hussies were dancing. Lets call them Claire and Madeline. So, Claire stands right in front of me and tells Madeline «Lets move our purses, those two look like they’re in the mood to steal.» On a normal day I would have wanted to punch Claire in the face, but I felt as if I had left my reality and was witnessing a really raunchy episode of Dawson’s Creek, so I just walked away.
Now to the juicy gossip. Want to know what Bradford, Dunbar, Preston, and Logan are doing with mommy and daddy’s money? They are in the back room, past the mens restroom at Smith Point on a Friday night, snorting it.
Ahh, young «classy» «upstanding» republicans. Gotta Love’Em
If I were dead, Smith Point would be my hell. The end!

there is no pretense here and i’m just going to go ahead and say it – Smith Point is like watching a slow motion train wreck of preppy 20 somethings that you simply cannot look away from.
There is something about the basement atmosphere, coupled with the pulsating top 40 tunes, girls stumbling to the bathroom, boys on the prowl for anything that will talk to them and cocktails served in red party cups that is the perfect vortex of everything young, free and drunk in life.
And it must be said, I always have a good time here. Perhaps its because I always get picked up by a college aged prepster wearing some sort of pastel polo with a whale on it that makes me feel good or perhaps its the sweaty dance floor mess that my girlfriends and i frequently find ourselves in the middle of.
Whatever it is, Smith Point is a place where you’ll have a good time… if you’re drunk and in the right frame of mind.

Welcome to bars that scare me, Number 4 or 5 (I lost count).
Remember that republican friend that loves Murphy’s in Old Town (see my Murphy’s review)? Guess where her second favorite place is? Yup the exclusive Smith Point. Why I am writing this review today? Cause she’s so peeved that Obama took down Bin Laden that writing this review of her favorite place will push her over the edge.
Yes, this is the young republican hang out. It’s reaganpalooza in Georgetown. Vineyard vines preppy, über white, and very fraternity house like (they even serve beverages in party cups). Yes, it apparently has a list (which applies to the corner party after a certain hour on weekends, otherwise it’s open to the public) and once upon a time did not even have any signage all to add to the aura of exclusivity. Maybe the words off their website would state this best:
«Smith Point was founded in 2000 as a gathering spot for alumni of prominent high schools and colleges in the East and the South. Over the years, this hidden Georgetown bar has gained national notoriety for its atmosphere and quality clientele.»
Both my republican friend and myself went to UCSB, I am suprised we made it in. Honestly, I’ve been here more times than I can count on fingers, and I have to say it’s not that bad even in the Bush twin party years. Just because of the sheer entertainment value.
First, the last three times I have been there, I have been picked up. Not «how you doin’» picked up. I mean as in lifted off the floor and thrown over some guys shoulder, and once they walk over to the bar and set me down on it they notice my deer in headlights look and realize they made a huge mistake. Of course, they thought I was someone else, they apologize, grab me a drink and place me back with my friends. This has happened three seperate times with three seperate guys. So dear twin that’s out there in DC, if you’re reading this, what exactly did you do with the Duke Lacrosse team? Now that’s quality entertainment.
Additionally, people love getting freaky on the dancefloor here, in a bad uncoordinated way. Imagine all your favorite songs on Hot 99.5 from five years ago or lots of 80s (my thoughts are these are songs that remind them of fond times when a Republican was in office), and you have their playlist. I can’t fault people for loving to dance, even if they do it poorly.
So it’s you’re in your 20s, miss your frat boy days, or just want to keep the party going from your day at the country club, come over here!
For the ladies, type of man to be found here: Blue bloods, Ivy League fraternity brothers, the type of guy who keeps an old fraternity paddle in his closet and likes to bring it out at inappropriate times.

After reading some of the less than stellar reviews, I felt somewhat compelled to weigh in…
I loooove this place — I almost always have a great time here. I went for the first time in a while last Saturday night, and I had so much fun. I have to admit though, my best and fondest memories of SP stem over 4 yrs. ago.
Why do I love this place, you ask? The people. I run into at least 10 people I know no matter what night I go, and because I don’t go out as often as I used to, it’s nice to catch up with old friends, have a drink (I also like that they serve their mixed drinks in large plastic cups, which last me a while) and listen to cheesy/​hip-​hop dance music. I mean, who doesn’t like listening to «Murder on the Dance Floor» and «Back that Ass Up?»
Every time I go out for a girls’ night in Georgetown, I try to make SP my last stop/​final destination (best to get there early, if you are not on the list). The court yard/​outdoor area is a fun spot to hang out, esp. during the nice, warmer months.
Go with an open mind — It’s worth checking out and forming your own opinion.

After having more beers then normally recommended at The Guards, my friend took me here as a joke so I could see what real yuppies party like.
I walked away thinking «I have seen the douche-​factory, and lived to drink another day».

This place is FOUL. Shockingly FOUL. It is Jersey Shore meets Young Republicans. Seriously, the only way to improve this place would be to burn it to the ground.
I have a friend who is part of that whole LNS scene (not intensely, but enough to have her name on those stupid «lists»). She’s my token Republican friend and I like to go out with her from time to time as sort of a social anthropological study of how the other half hangs.
Ugh!
When I first heard of Smith Point (SP as the «in crowd» calls it) I thought it was some kind of conservative mecca. I expected the salmon colored pants on men, the button downshirts, the girls with pin straight hair and Lilly Pulitzer prints.
I did not expect those shirt collars to be popped without the slightest hint of irony. I did not expect that the hems of those Pulitzer dresses to be hiked waist high while the occupant grinds and gyrates against the guy in salmon colored pants. I didn’t expect the tunes supplied by Nelly. Sooooo much Nelly.
SP is a sh*tshow. It’s like the basement of your favorite party animal frathouse – you know, the one that’s about to get kicked off campus because of all the date rape/​roofie allegations? Yeah, that one.
So you know when you see all those girls in pictures with their sundress and pearls and you look down and their wearing flip flops, and you’re like «why are you ruining that outfit with those cheap flip flops?» Well, step into SP and you’ll realize why. It’s FILTHY! Like, if you drop your scarf on the floor just leave it there, filthy.
And it seemed like everyone was soooo wasted. Like fresh 21yr old wasted. Morning after pill/​Plan B wasted! The place is filled with rookie mistakes – girls hiding purses in corners and in plants?!? Girls dancing wildly, hardly able to stand, constantly bumping into me, clearly screaming «I’m a drunk gazelle. POUNCE!» It was absolutely SAVAGE.
Finally, I don’t like to harp on race – you all know that. I like to think I can fit in anywhere. I’ve been to plenty of places where I’m the only black person with in a 500yard radius. I hardly ever notice. However, at SP, YOU WILL NOTICE. I got that weird creeping feeling I haven’t had since summer camp in 1989 – that ‘one of these things is not like the other’ feeling. I took a gooooood look around. Yep, in that jampacked conservative utopia, I was the ONLY black person there, and I FELT IT. And I didn’t notice it because everyone else was white (again, not my first time in that situation), I noticed it because everyone else was THE SAME.
I didn’t stay long enough to even grab a drink or dance a song. I made a run for the door after only 15 minutes. The whole experience was surreal.

As someone who is a relative neophyte and «transplant» to the DC social scene, I always wondered what the hype was surrounding Smith Point and Bo Blair. Well, honestly, I’m still wondering.
Having been rejected twice before when trying to get in with other friends who apparently weren’t «on the list», I finally got in on another night when there was a fundraiser for another group (I believe the Madison).
Of course, this is prime real-​estate for the young republican scene or those attempting to be a part of it simply for the young ladies that are there. I can’t say that I have any ill will or anything particular nice to say about the place — it reminded me of a bar that was 10 years in my past when I was still in college. Now, as a young professional, I think I’ll attempt to hit some of Bo’s other creations that cater a little more to the «older» crowds (whether mental or physical).

Alex P. Keaton in the house. The preppy bus just rolled in…
I went back after like 4 or 5 years and I wonder why I went back. OH I know! Because it’s hilarious. I forget how much I hated high school but thanks to SP now I remember it was because I was neither rich nor popular. Thanks SP for reminding me that I am not elite (except on Unilocal).
But I will say I had a blast! This place is so fun just for the fact that you can laugh at people for wearing those 80s preppy style clothes. I love Smith Point for what it is and I will be surely be going back for some more abuse but next time I will wear my cocktail dress.
Smith Point summed up with a haiku:
blazers and khakis
republicans with trust funds
a prepster’s heaven