Not since Ray Liotta whisked Lorraine Bracco through a nightclub in one fell shot has there been such a thrilling bar entrance. Impossibly tucked behind Fourth & Congress, Speakeasy's is a drinker's lush fantasy in the midst of the greyish, derelict downtown alley. While the distant martini clinks may be a siren song for some, it is this bar's entrance - replete with shiny brass knobs, sharp-dressed doormen and carpet crushing under your stilettos - that begs for a glimpse inside.
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