We know D.C. Get our free newsletter to stay in the know.
Curtain time is drawing nearer and nearer, and you can smell the excitement (and stress) here at Fort Fringe. Or maybe that’s just the faint odor of parmesan cheese that still lingers like an olfactory ghost in the corridors and kitchens of this former Italian restaurant. Either way, I have to say it’s kind of appetizing.
And the inside:
And the retro-red box office:
And the rat traps, all in a row: