"A PSA Airlines Bombardier CRJ700 regional jet collided in midair with a Sikorsky H-60 helicopter while on approach to Runway 33 at Reagan Washington National Airport around 9 p.m. local time," the preliminary statement read. It added that Flight 5342 had taken off from Wichita, Kan.

An American Airlines plane collided with a military helicopter crashing into the Potomac River near Reagan National Airport (DCA) Wednesday night.

A Democrat and a Republican are joining forces to crack down on the centralization of federal government power in Washington, D.C.

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President-elect Donald Trump’s inaugural ceremony is expected to be moved indoors because of severe cold weather forecasted to impact Washington D.C.

It ended up being Dad’s last trip out of Maine. As we drove down ... that so many people from around the country came to Washington, D.C., to protest and march and let their voices be heard.

An American Eagle jet and an Army helicopter collided over Washington on Wednesday night. The number of casualties is unclear, and a search-and-rescue mission is ongoing.

American Eagle Flight 5342 crashed into the Potomac River after colliding with an Army helicopter while approaching Reagan Airport.

An American Airlines regional passenger jet and a U.S. Army Black Hawk helicopter crashed into the frigid Potomac River after a midair collision near Reagan Washington National Airport on Wednesday night,

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Welcome to Eater D.C.’s latest installment of Scene Report, a new column in which Eater captures the vibe of a notable Washington restaurant at a specific moment in time. New York’s Minetta Tavern, a fixture since 1937, has been a power-spot favorite in Greenwich Village since Keith McNally’s storied takeover in 2008. All eyes were on McNally when he decided to make an unassuming alley in D.C.’s Union Market area the home of the restaurant’s second location last December — with the addition of a champagne-soaked and caviar-serving lounge, Lucy Mercer, located an elevator ride or staircase climb upstairs. Here’s a dispatch from the scenes at both, starting at 6:30 p.m. on a recent Friday evening. The vibe: Walk into the bar downstairs, and fans of the New York original will feel almost eerily at home at the new location. Sure, there are fewer red curtains draped around the entrance windows to keep the cold out, and there’s actually room to inch past the crowds along the bar, but the general effect is very similar (and the menu takes more than a majority of its cues from the original, too). Though only open a little over the month, it’s clear the restaurant is already cultivating a following of regulars and VIPs; a bar manager introduced himself to the owner of a Japanese restaurant waiting at the bar; “welcome back” is a regular greeting to those showing up at the hostess stand. Early on in the evening, dress was very typical D.C. — not a ton of color (shoutout to the man with the dramatic orange coat and eye-catching bag proving the exception to the rule), plenty of sweaters and apparent straight-from-work attire, though a few glimmers of personality shone through, from zebra-striped heels to fuzzy teal boots. Best seats in the house: The front bar is a great spot to be a part of the buzz — it can be trickier on a weekend night to get a seat, and sometimes at peak hours, drinkers are standing behind patrons. But seats opened up several times throughout Friday evening, and several were open right at 6:30 p.m. Ordering at the bar is encouraged, even for more elaborate dinners (a past visit saw four different orders of the restaurant’s epic bone marrow dish make it to the bar), and bartenders will give as much attention and recommendations for wine and cocktail orders as they would to a table. Friday night’s bar crowd saw one diner relaxing with a book and a burger, two chatty colleagues wrapping their conversation up with a chocolate souffle (“that’s out of control; that’s too much,” they said of the dish), and several couples catching up on the week’s events. The three prominent booths at the front of the restaurant are prime for people-watching, housing everyone from a couple on an awkward first date to a family with a child in a high chair focused on Thomas the Tank Engine (McNally himself can also be spotted at the center booth when in town; Friday evening, he was upstairs). In the back dining room, the semi-circular half booths give a great view of the action, but can be a tight squeeze for both dishes on the plate and humans larger than a size two sharing space. What to order: Appetizers generally shine: French onion soup is exactly what you want it to be, bone marrow is supremely rich and generously portioned; both tartares (tuna and steak) are stellar. The coq a vin is the star of the entrees; the burgers have a following for a reason, but were underseasoned on a recent visit. The Grand Marnier souffle is a showstopper, but when our party professed a preference for savory dishes, we found ourselves intrigued by a confession from our waitress, who has paired the dessert menu madeleines with appetizer foie gras before, even if it earned her some side-eye. Next time. Go upstairs: You have to make the trip upstairs at least once to visit what has been quickly nicknamed the “mistress bar,” Lucy Mercer (who was reportedly FDR’s mistress). Whether you come again will likely be dictated by how well your wallet can handle (or you personally can stomach the idea of) $32 cocktails. Though many people had wandered upstairs from dinner on Friday evening, the crowd also showed some people who had made it their destination (with dressier fashion to match: more animal print, spider-webbing sequined leggings, etc.). A fireplace crackles in the corner; the room is outfitted in plush red velvet, portraits of politicians (and, naturally, their mistresses), tassels, plush cushions, and pillows. Prepare to wait for those pricey drinks — our wait didn’t feel unmanageable, but friends we ran into upstairs said theirs had taken around 40 minutes. The atmosphere is all very civilized, but with hints of a party — when Notorious B.I.G. came on, the music got immediately turned up, and several patrons, not to mention one enthusiastic cocktail waitress, couldn’t stop themselves from dancing.