In the ever-evolving American bureaucracy, a seismic shift is underway. No longer are government workers gathering in crowded conference rooms under flickering fluorescent lights to ponder the latest directives from Washington. Now, they’re channeling their collective frustration in new venues: neighborhood bars and dispensaries. In Foggy Bottom watering holes, corner tables are being cordoned off for all-hands meetings. Employees of the EPA, DOJ, and USDA are escaping their cubicles toward the end of the day, and ordering another round of drinks at the local pub, streaming the latest nonsensical policy statements like some kind of absurd reality show. Welcome to…