Bartender Tom Meagher behind the dimly lit, densely decorated bar at Jimmy Valentine’s Lonely Hearts Club. (Astrid Riecken for The Washington Post)

The club’s lack of a sign — look for a pink halo over a nondescript door on Bladensburg Road NE — makes you feel like you’ve entered a fraternity of folks who are cool enough to know that the Lonely Hearts Club exists. The funky paintings, the low red lights and flocked wallpaper, and the comfortable couches create a perfectly louche atmosphere that matches the attitude of the hardened barcrawlers, off-duty bartenders, tattoo artists, goths and hipsters who gather there. DJs set the soundtrack with everything from electro to hip-hop.

Your last drink (or drinks) of the night come from a surprisingly diverse beer selection that ranges from grenades of Mickey’s Malt Liquor to 22-ounce bottles of Stone’s Sublimely Self-Righteous Ale and Bear Republic’s Big Black Bear Stout, but you can also just get a highly boozy slushee or a shot of “Mr. Lethal,” the secret house concoction that “helps make bad decisions.” (It’s affordable, too: On Friday nights, PBR tallboys are $1 from 8 to 9, with the price going up $1 every hour until midnight.)

It can get a little raucous, but that’s part of the charm. Congrats to the folks at Jimmy Valentine’s.