Georgetown is down to two Starbucks again. The location at M and 34th has closed. This leaves just the location at Washington Harbour and the long standing location on Wisconsin by S St.
A note in the window of the recently closed location stated that it was closed after an “incredibly difficult decision”:
The closure is part of an effort by the company to close over 600 locations.
Starbucks has had a bit of a hot-and-cold relationship with Georgetown over the years. They once had a location at 33rd and M St. that was closed around 15 years ago as part of a similar downsizing. Then they opened this location just a block away in 2018, just for it to get axed by downsizing again. So perhaps in a few years they’ll try again yet another block to the west?
And also there was the other location at M and 31st that lasted until around 2020. So with this recent closure, there will now be no Starbucks on M St. for the first time in decades.
Which leaves the question of what will happen to the 34th and M building itself. It is one of the most storied buildings in Georgetown, as it was the location of the famous Cellar Door club. This was the location of the debut of “Country Roads Take Me Home”, written the night before in an apartment at 31st and Q St. And of course, it was the location of several legendary live recordings, including ones by Miles Davis and Neil Young.
Any rich and nostalgic investors out there interested in bringing the Cellar Door back? Here may be your chance…
The Georgetown Metropolitan 
There was the night (perhaps before you were born?) when we went to see Billy Joel at the Cellar Door, but the piano was out of tune. Since there was also a piano-tuners convention going on somewhere (who knew they had conventions?), Boyle somehow found a tuner who was too old to attend the convention, and sent a limo for him. After a while, and several free beers, he arrived and we all had to be silent while we watched him tune the piano. Finally, a great show, and we staggered home.
No loss. Even two Starbucks in G’town are too many. They are the perfect louche symbol of waste and self-indulgence of a feckless leisure class who helped bring the nation a poisonous reckoning in Donald Trump.