Despite its rather masculine name, Bullfeathers managed to appeal to about 25 women who descended, thirsty and hungry, from a conference held on the Hill on Saturday morning in June.
With the ladies seated along the long bar on the left, the locale reminded me of any tapas bar in Spain- with the addition of hundreds of white crumpled napkins on the floor the ambiance would have been complete.
The bartender was attentive and I ordered the classic BLT pictured here. Half of it came home with me in a box, despite the temptation to finish off the delicious creation in one sitting. The toasted, salted, olive oil ciabatta bread was a definitive plus and a welcome surprise as an offering at this type of neighborhood bar.