How about we… Go to a speakeasy
How about we… have a old time cocktail at a speakeasy like Bardot.
How about we… check out the local speakeasy and drink and chat..
How about we… have cocktails at a speakeasy?
How about we… Find an underground speakeasy.
How about we… Grab a drink at my favorite speakeasy?
How about we… head to the Gibson for some old fashioned cocktails in a speakeasy setting.
How about we… get a drink at a hidden speakeasy then walk and talk by the river's edge?
How about we… do something ridiculously cheesy...Instead of hidden speakeasies and jazz, let's go to Dave and Buster's, drink random "specialty cocktails" and play skee ball and arcade games.
How about we… go for a beer tasting at a nanobrewer/speakeasy?
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About the time I lived with the 300lb phone sex operator in her grandmother's speakeasy.
I am intrigued by things that are supposed to be "secret," so I love hearing about secret societies (even though I would probably never join one) or speakeasy type bars
Ciro's Speakeasy--Tampa.
A lounge singer in a 1920's speakeasy.
I love speakeasies and am always on the lookout for new ones
Speakeasies in NYC.
Owner of an illegal speakeasy
"please don't tell"...it's a speakeasy style bar/restraunt in NYC.
9:00AM – Cute girl wakes me up while wearing the uniform of a service industry employee of my choosing. I’m thinking a 1920’s speakeasy cigarette girl. 9:15AM – Shower. 9:37AM – Watch news. Find out Snooki has been killed in a hunting accident. Cry hot tears of joy. 9:38AM – Play with a puppy until tired of doing so. 9:45AM – Tired of doing so. 10:00AM – Eggs. 10:30AM – Limo ride to Dave & Buster’s, where I down three boilermakers and beat the living shit out of a random 15-year-old at Pop-A-Shot. 11:10AM – Limo ride to airport. Drink a bottle of Cristal. Listen to “Ready to Die” in its entirety. Come up with the idea for a cologne that smells like gunfire. Call my friend to have it patented. Develop marketing plan to sell it exclusively in nightclubs in downtown Houston, Atlanta, and Miami. Call venture capitalist. Secure a $100 million investment. 12:00PM – Private Concorde to Atlantis in the Bahamas. Drink three Stoli & grapefruits while watching the in-flight movie, which is the first 40 minutes of “Full Metal Jacket”, followed by the first 20 minutes of “Saving Private Ryan”. Fucking. Awesome. 1:10PM – Land. Limo to casino. Hit blackjack table. Immediately go up $250,000. 1:42PM – Russell Crowe enters the casino. Sits down next to me. Tells me he’s a huge fan of my work and wishes he were more like me. 1:43PM – Slap the shit out of Russell Crowe. Get another $50,000 in chips compliments of the casino bellhop staff. 2:00PM – Late lunch. Two five pound lobsters. Entire smoked salmon. Gallon of beluga caviar. Bottle of Dalmore. 2:45PM – Escorted to private suite with shark tank. 2:59PM – Feed my shark roommates. 4:29PM – Shower. 4:45PM – Limo back to airport. Private Concorde to New York City. Turn on satellite television to watch the Caps game. They win game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. 6:00PM – Land in Manhattan. Limo ride to Hudson Hotel. Get fitted for a suit by the very finest Italian tailor while in the car. 6:30PM – Arrive at Hudson Hotel Bar. Bouncer looks at guest list. I am the only name on the list. Enter the bar and instruct bouncer to bring me headshots of people who would like to get in for my approval. 6:49PM – Approve of no one. Get fucking drunk. 8:00PM – Dinner at Per Se. Thomas Keller comes to our table, tells me he’s a huge fan. Offers complimentary foie gras. 9:43PM – Helicopter ride back to DC. Ask pilot to hover five feet off the ground in select areas. Use long-range hunting rifle and night scope to gun down rats at random. 10:45PM – Limo ride home.Throw massive kegger.
Tre Dichi Steak NYC! A short description of this place "Through an unmarked door, up an elevator, through an indistinguished hallway and then past one more unmarked door, a hidden 1920’s throwback New Orleans style speakeasy opens up"