Frequently Asked questions
Please see below for answers to frequently asked questions.
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Where are you located?
1839 to 1843 7th Street, NW, Washington, D.C.
What is the closest metro?
Shaw-Howard U. The Howard/7th Street Exit is closest.
Is parking available?
Street parking is available. However, Pub Dread does not provide parking or valet services. We encourage everyone to leave their car at home.
Do you take reservations or private buyouts?
We don't, sorry.
How long is the wait?
This depends on the day of the week and time of night. It's more or less unpredictable. However, we've found that the heaviest wait times in past pop-ups are between 6:30 and 9:30 p.m., with the shortest lines either before opening (queues generally begin one hour before opening) or late evening. Weekdays are typically shorter waits than weekends.
Is there a cover charge?
Do I have to be 21 to enter PUB Dread?
Yes. No exceptions. Only guests over 21 with a valid state issued ID or government issued passport (no passport cards) are allowed into the bar.
Can you accommodate non-drinkers?
Yes. We want everyone to come!
Can I come in costume?
Yes! In fact, we encourage it. Only we ask that you do not bring weapons, real or toys. They will be held at the door.
Are you accessible to people with disabilities?
Absolutely and without hesitation, everyone is welcome. Due to limited seating and long lines, we ask that people who have difficulty standing, walking or otherwise are mobility-impaired check in with our door staff who will do their best to offer special accommodations. If you're concerned about venue accessibility, please contact us here ahead of your visit.
Is PUB Dread a Haunted House/Will I be scared?
Not exactly. And maybe. There are some surprises in store, including animatronic elements and light effects, but we believe it's fairly tame. Ultimately, we don't want you to spill your drink! Please feel free to email for specific details.
Is PUB Dread actually haunted?
Yes. Ask about Cordelia. She's a doll. We're not joking. We wish we were.