Perhaps it is just me. The last time I traveled to Washington, D.C. looking for a game of darts I was captured and held hostage by a cabbie named Abdul and taken for a unrequested tour of the city. This time I suppose I was fortunate (at least for a start) to be driven, by a guy named Shahzid, directly to where I asked to be driven, the highly recommended Mr. Eagan's Pub (1343 Connecticut Avenue, N.W.). I say "fortunate" for two reasons.