Halfway down a staircase behind Smile’s Dueling Pianos Bar is Savannah’s very own speakeasy. I don’t remember the password, because the guy I got my information from kept messing with me. Regardless, the gatekeeper unlocked the door and let me in.
Once the door opened and I pushed back the curtains, I felt like I had stepped back in time to the roaring 20's. There were girls in flapper dresses and all of the bartenders were wearing white shirts with bow ties. I hate that I was there on a Thursday night and didn’t get to see someone shred on the piano or saxophone resting on the stage. Even without the live music, the smooth jazz playing over the speaker set the mood as I lounged on the velvet couches and enjoyed my mojito.
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