Last week, I attempted to reboard the Prohibition-themed bar boat with a stop at The Back Room.
I very much approve of the liquor-in-teacups thing, because it's like there's a bar full of attractive 20-somethings sipping hot cocoa in their finery. I guess that was the appeal of a real speakeasy? Actually, the appeal of a real speakeasy was probably getting drunk illegally.
The most interesting part of this bar is getting inside-- the front is legitimately like a speakeasy because the entrance is tucked 2 flights of stairs off the street. I think I screeched something about getting "sold into white slavery" to my cohorts while scrambling down the alley, but nothing of the sort happened.