The hunt is over — great drinks and grub await you at this taxidermy paradise.

Dark, dank, and filled with animal heads.  Your grandfather’s study?  Well, maybe (probably), but also Smith on 15^th Avenue atop Capitol Hill.  To expect a shiny, bright menu would be to contradict the mounted deer on the wall, and therefore — does not exist.  The void is simply filled with delectable, instinctual, indulgent eats and complimentary cocktails.  Just like the doctor (or taxidermist) ordered.