While in Seattle, we went to two exclusive, unmarked speakeasies. (If you’ll recall our post about the speakeasy in Chicago, Seth and I have a penchant for them. The more out of the way and hard-to-find, the better!)
Why Go to a Speakeasy?
So you may be wondering—what’s the appeal of speakeasies? Why not a regular bar or pub? We narrow it down to three reasons: exclusivity, intimacy, and history.
Speakeasies are exclusive because not anyone can just get into them on a whim (unless, that is, you KNOW someone; a visit has to be planned for, thought out, scheduled. Planning for anything (ie: going to the opera or attending a wedding) renders the event special, out of the ordinary.
Speakeasies tend to be small, and as such, only allow for the production of so much noise. In contrast to the local pubs and bars (which we love), the speakeasy is quiet and contemplative—the perfect place for a meaningful conversation or a dramatic, film noir-esque breakup.
Historically, speakeasies were unmarked bars that sold illegal alcohol during Prohibition. Just walking into one screams history. While we sat there, we imagined ourselves in the 1920s, the girls in flappers dresses, hair in bobs, eyebrows penciled on in thin lines, the gentlemen in pen-stripe suits and fedoras. We’d all sit there, voices in a murmur as not to arise suspicion from the street outside. We are fabulous, the very picture of elegance and glamour.
With that in mind, let us share with you the two speakeasies we visited while in Seattle.
Our local friends took us to this lovely little brick speakeasy in Belltown. It’s small and intimate, and as you walk up to the place, located in a back alley off the main street, you would never know that a tiny little swanky bar is tucked up in one of the buildings. This gentleman, masquerading as a melancholy thespian, sat outside admitting people and checking IDs. We sat upstairs at the bar; the bartender and owner of the place is the kind of guy you can rattle off two or three drink qualities you like, and he’ll construct a symphony of alcoholic melodies in a glass you’re bound to love (and it will fit every single adjective you mentioned).
Knee High Stocking Company
This is the kind of place you’re probably not going to get into if you
call text that night to get reservations (and yes, you do have to text them—they don’t actually have a phone number you can call).
See what we mean?
The front door is locked, so you have to ring the doorbell and tell the intercom who you are before they’ll let you in.
The bartender here is of the same caliber as the bartender at Bathtub Gin; you just have to give him an idea, and he’ll make something tasty for you.
Seth and our friend Jeremy love absinthe (I, Carrie, can’t stand it!). So, they ordered an absinthe flight to share in which they got to sample four different amazing absinthes.