Speakeasy 86 Review

Behind the toilet in the women’s restroom is a loose tile. Inside, you’ll find a flip phone with a dead battery and a handwritten note: “Come alone. Tomorrow. 2 AM. Bring a cassette tape of ‘Thriller.’” Nobody knows who leaves these. Nobody asks.

If you press it between the hours of 11 PM and 4 AM, a sliding panel opens. You won’t see eyes, just the faint glow of a CRT monitor. The voice behind the steel will ask one question: speakeasy 86

There is a door in the back of a laundromat on the edge of the Arts District. It has no handle, no signage, and a doorbell that plays the first four bars of “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” in a minor key. Behind the toilet in the women’s restroom is a loose tile