You live in a neighborhood for five years, thinking you know every watering hole in the area. The party celebrating someone’s birth decides to change venue, leaving the locale tersely named after a mixer with scotch. As the walking ceases and your eyes adjust to the decadently hot dimness, you find yourself somewhere new. Somewhere completely unfamiliar but incredibly comfortable. A tried and true speakeasy. And what’s special about this one is that it’s stylish in the sexiest way possible, far surpassing every other bar you’ve ever ventured into.
Your friends will ask you, “How were the drinks?”
They were delicious.
