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| - Being a parent of three, the babysitter situations don't always become available as often as Mama and I would like. When the opportunities do arise for a grown-ups only date night, I need to make the most of it to ensure I get another date night in the near future - if you get my gist. Lets add to that challenge by having date night on Valentines Day, dinner at a restaurant we have never tried, and after dinner drinks at a place neither of us had ever heard of. Now that the scene of this story has been set and the bar has been set to 'impress the little lady or sleep with the dog tonight' we begin at the William Penn Hotel at the doors of the Speakeasy.
When we arrived, we were met by a very friendly gentleman who promptly informed us, in a very apologetic manner, that he was at capacity and couldn't let us in. Thinking that this was simply part of the experience, we figured we needed a password. When 'Capone is a two-bit hooch jockey' and 'twenty-FOUR skadoo' didn't work, we regrouped for a quick powder. After loitering around in the hallway and pretending to be interested in the wall paper, all the while watching the 'bouncer' gently reject large groups of finely dressed Monopoly Men and trophy wives, we got in and were seated right at the bar.
Immediately upon entering, you felt a different atmosphere in the joint, but not in a bad way. The room was warmer than in the hall and you could feel that this was a place that was never intended to be occupied, much like a hide-away that would have been ideal for a prohibition party. The lights were low, and big band, swing, and jazz music were playing setting the soundtrack for the night. Groups were seated around small tables in velvet lined chairs, sipping period-inspired drinks like Rob-Roys, Gibsons, and MONhattans. Couples at the bar enjoyed trying new drinks and overlapping the experience with new friends, all the while preserving the close, intimate conversation or to simply wind down at after a raucous evening of fast-paced stunt-swing dancing!
The entire experience to this point was made complete by Dawn, the bartender, who not only made us feel very welcome, but she took our picture to preserve the memory. Dawn took the time to tell us about the menu, the history of the room, and we marveled watching her mix drinks. After reviewing the menu, Mama and I each opted for Moscow Mules with the house blend, citrus infused vodka and slapped rosemary. Slapped rosemary? As unconventional as us 'nightlife rubes' thought that was, it presented a wonderful flavor to an amazing drink. Before we knew it, we were engaged in conversation and being able to complete thoughts without being asked for a snack (parents know what I'm talking about). We didn't try any food, hence I'm only compelled to give four stars. I'm sure when we make it back, that will be raised to five, especially since I had my eye on the duck charcuterie and Mama wants to taste absinthe.
So as we close out our evening and head back to reality Mama and I both agreed that the Speakeasy was the perfect place to close out a romantic evening...and yes, the dog slept alone!!
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