Kangaroo Boxing Club KO’d (…A Few Years Ago Now, But…)

Kangaroo Boxing Club in Washington D.C.

Kangaroo Boxing Club was a pub in the Columbia Heights district of Washington D.C.

Apparently, it specialized in showing gridiron games and barbecues.

The pub shut its doors several years ago, and is now an upmarket bistro.

The pub operated from 2012-2016.

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