"Grafted onto the side of a nondescript Buckman apartment building and boasting a formidable steel door complete with sliding peephole, “The Speakeasy” certainly looks the part. The insides are more punk rock than prohibition though, with chalk graffiti on nearly every vertical surface and some parts of the ceiling. Seating seems to be a mix of whatever’s filtered down from the apartments above, including at the moment a swinging ’70s conversation pit, and Christmas lights wrapped around exposed piping. Despite the foreboding front portal, bartender Mattie says this is basically a family bar (her folks happen to own it, after all) and despite the obvious potential for noise complaints, most of the upstairs neighbors are regulars themselves." - Ben Coleman