"Sequestered in an unmarked historic building, past elaborate Art Deco doors, and through a maze of hallways lies The Commodore, a sensual and very hidden speakeasy. While a code isn’t needed, a map might be, but that’s the anticipation and entertainment of it all. Knowing that at the end of the process, a delicious take on an Angel’s Envy Manhattan with strawberry-infused vermouth, absinthe, and saline awaits will make it worth the journey." - Vox Creative