On Monday, Ellie and I sort of went to a speakeasy. Really it was a themed bar, and there were some interesting contradictions to the story like the bar being in a bougie neighborhood and the fact that the online address for the bar lead to their valet station, but given that we don't live during the 1920's Prohibition, I think they got the vibe pretty close. It added to the experience that I, and then we, managed to get a little lost looking for this tropical speakeasy-themed bar, Three Dots and a Dash.
The first error was entirely mine, a simple case of walking the wrong direction on the street after I exited the train. After that, it seemed to be by design. I followed the mapped directions to the bar, but when Siri declared my arrival, nothing that even resembled the entrance Ellie had described was anywhere nearby. She had told me the bar was situated in an alley that was lit by tiki torches. Even when I walked the rest of the way down the street, I didn't see the entrance to an alley. I did find the sign for the valet, so at least I knew I was on the right block. I sent a picture of the restaurants around me to Ellie so she could find me and waited.
When she joined me, Ellie lead us confidently and incorrectly in the opposite direction of the bar. We walked all the way around the opposite block before crossing the street back again when things started to look familiar to her. Around the corner from where we first started was the tiki torch alley. This was when I got a taste of just how speakeasy-esque the bar actually is. Three Dots and a Dash does not have anything resembling a storefront. The tiki torches are across from a door that was guarded by a large bearded man, not something I would think to approach if I were not already aware of the bar. We showed him our ID's and he opened the door for us after staring at mine for a while. I suspect one of these days I'll have to take my glasses off to prove it's really me. Superman's disguise is feeling a lot more plausible these days.
Ellie lead me down a narrow dimly-lit staircase to the host desk for the bar. Once we were through, it became a surprisingly open space, and I know there were yet more depths beyond the room we were seated in that we never saw. Ellie and I each got two drinks, first the Camp Anawanna for individual drinks, and then a Lapu Lapu to share. Both drinks were massive and high in alcohol content. I ate the garnishes, including a flower that I merely assumed to be edible. Surely no one would put something poisonous in an alcoholic beverage? I also convinced Ellie, with not a little prodding, to share a helping of Thai fried chicken with me. I think she was surprised to like it. We left the bar together with our wallets a good bit lighter, but settled into a pleasant buzz.
The first error was entirely mine, a simple case of walking the wrong direction on the street after I exited the train. After that, it seemed to be by design. I followed the mapped directions to the bar, but when Siri declared my arrival, nothing that even resembled the entrance Ellie had described was anywhere nearby. She had told me the bar was situated in an alley that was lit by tiki torches. Even when I walked the rest of the way down the street, I didn't see the entrance to an alley. I did find the sign for the valet, so at least I knew I was on the right block. I sent a picture of the restaurants around me to Ellie so she could find me and waited.
When she joined me, Ellie lead us confidently and incorrectly in the opposite direction of the bar. We walked all the way around the opposite block before crossing the street back again when things started to look familiar to her. Around the corner from where we first started was the tiki torch alley. This was when I got a taste of just how speakeasy-esque the bar actually is. Three Dots and a Dash does not have anything resembling a storefront. The tiki torches are across from a door that was guarded by a large bearded man, not something I would think to approach if I were not already aware of the bar. We showed him our ID's and he opened the door for us after staring at mine for a while. I suspect one of these days I'll have to take my glasses off to prove it's really me. Superman's disguise is feeling a lot more plausible these days.
Ellie lead me down a narrow dimly-lit staircase to the host desk for the bar. Once we were through, it became a surprisingly open space, and I know there were yet more depths beyond the room we were seated in that we never saw. Ellie and I each got two drinks, first the Camp Anawanna for individual drinks, and then a Lapu Lapu to share. Both drinks were massive and high in alcohol content. I ate the garnishes, including a flower that I merely assumed to be edible. Surely no one would put something poisonous in an alcoholic beverage? I also convinced Ellie, with not a little prodding, to share a helping of Thai fried chicken with me. I think she was surprised to like it. We left the bar together with our wallets a good bit lighter, but settled into a pleasant buzz.
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