This is one of the most Georgetown-y houses I’ve seen in a while. It’s more Georgetown than a nine dollar cupcake. It’s more Georgetown than a big empty space where a Metro station should be. It’s more Georgetown than a lobster roll wearing a little polo shirt. (I could do this all day.) It’s only a block from Wisconsin and M; from your front steps, you can almost hear the college students in their bowties and boat shoes, saying that their father is a lawyer and that he’s going to sue you. (Okay, I’m done now.)
Just look at it, though. From the outside, it looks like little has changed since colonial times, but inside it’s sleek and hypermodern. The living room sports blonde hardwood floors, track lighting (surely you didn’t think recessed lighting was going to be “in” forever?) and an awesome two-sided fireplace that you could roll a bowling ball through. (I encourage you to try to do that, preferably when there’s a roaring fire going.) In fact, there are four fireplaces in this house, so you could realistically heat the place the old-fashioned way, and save big on your gas bill – assuming you could get your hands on some free wood, which isn’t as easy as you might think. (As someone who was once caught taking fireplace wood from Rock Creek by a park ranger, let me just say that while it’s tempting, it’s also completely mortifying to be written a citation for poaching while your girlfriend stands there silently mouthing the words, “I told you so.”) On the other side of the stairs is the cozy dining room area, which also has a fireplace. The kitchen was recently renovated, and features stainless steel appliances and a stark black-and-white color scheme that brings to mind that part in Kubrick’s “2001: A Space Odyssey” when he was like, “we’re ten minutes short, let’s just shoehorn in a bunch of acid trip stuff in this section.”
Upstairs, the master bedroom has several large windows, and a looming brick fireplace so you can fall asleep to the sound of a crackling fire and then snap awake with your heart pounding like two minutes later because the furnace-like roar of nearby flames is pretty much the least soothing noise on the planet. The master bath sports twin basins, marble counters, and that kind of pitiless vanity lighting that consistently makes you look either like a leathery bridge troll or not a day over nineteen, with no middle ground ever. Further on, there’s a charming and idiosyncratic attic bedroom with slanted ceilings; I don’t know why, but I always think that if I moved into any of these open house houses, I’d choose the attic bedroom. I suspect it’s from when I was in high school and was desperate for a bedroom where I could smoke weed without my parents smelling it and immediately making tearful phone calls to our pastor.
Downstairs, the basement is large and unfinished; you could turn it into anything. It’s like you in your high school yearbook picture – all potential, but also perpetually damp, and kinda smells weird. And finally, behind the house there’s a beautifully landscaped garden, with multi-tiered planters, a high privacy fence, and a flagstone patio that’s perfect for al fresco dining. (Little known fact: “al fresco” is Italian for “CRAP how do I already have thirty five mosquito bites on my ankles, I’ve only been out here for like ten minutes.”)
1220 Potomac Street NW
3 Bedrooms, 3.5 Baths
All photos courtesy MRIS; listing courtesy Coldwell Banker, 202-333-6100