I kept hearing people talk about New York speakeasies, so I got curious and wanted to visit one. One night, Eric and I headed to the Lower East Side the “Back Room.” To get there, we walked down a narrow flight of stairs, in between two restaurants, down a dark alley way, and into a building located a good distance away from the sidewalk. There was no sign, but it was easy to figure out where the entrance was. When we walked in, it was almost like going back in time. The place was dark, lit by Victorian- style lamps and the walls were covered with red velvet ornate wallpaper. We ordered cocktails that came in little white teacups with saucers. Bottled beers were served with a brown paper bag covering them, and draft beer was served in large mugs. Drinks weren’t that strong, but it was worth going just for the kitsch.  Might go back again if I’ve got visitors in town that want to step back in time, sort of.

I kept hearing people talk about New York speakeasies, so I got curious and wanted to visit one. One night, Eric and I headed to the Lower East Side the “Back Room.” To get there, we walked down a narrow flight of stairs, in between two restaurants, down a dark alley way, and into a building located a good distance away from the sidewalk. There was no sign, but it was easy to figure out where the entrance was.

When we walked in, it was almost like going back in time. The place was dark, lit by Victorian- style lamps and the walls were covered with red velvet ornate wallpaper. We ordered cocktails that came in little white teacups with saucers. Bottled beers were served with a brown paper bag covering them, and draft beer was served in large mugs. Drinks weren’t that strong, but it was worth going just for the kitsch.  Might go back again if I’ve got visitors in town that want to step back in time, sort of.