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| - I had heard good things about this place and was really excited to check it out. Unfortunately, I was rather unimpressed when I did.
For starters, I think the first rule of Fight Club should apply to speakeasy identity: if you're a speakeasy you don't advertise yourself as a speakeasy. Regardless, I think the second rule of being a speakeasy is that you should make good cocktails. My group ordered a variety of drinks off their cocktail menu and they were all sickeningly sweet. Not that there can't be a sweet drink or two on the list, but the saccharine shouldn't be uniform.
The space has a ton of potential but, as of my visit (which was admittedly some months ago), the decor/ambiance was in a bit of a speakeasy identity crisis. It's a beautiful building and room, but I found the hippy art, the TVs with sports, and the acoustic singer-songwriter performing to be a bit incongruous. Seriously, who books an acoustic singer-songwriter to play a speakeasy? And somehow the acoustic singer-songwriter was so loud that it was difficult to chat over a cocktail. Also, the waitress botched my drink order. These things happen and I wouldn't ordinarily complain about getting served the wrong drink, but I'm convinced that she was unable to do her job because she couldn't hear customers over the damn acoustic singer-songwriter.
After we left this place we had a much better all-around experience at The Downtown.
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