The city was covered in a thin mist when my friend and I walked into a Five Guys burger joint. I thought, 'Well, I guess he's hungry?' since I was just along for the ride; but before I knew what was happening my I.D was being checked and a small stamp was being placed on my right hand. We ascended the narrow staircases to a bar that was reminiscent of an alchemist's laboratory, with the bartenders assuming the roles of witch doctors.
We were lucky to find a seat on one of the plush couches near the fireplace (sadly, not real), because even though The Garret is categorized as a speakeasy, it can get crowded fast. Upon ordering some signature cocktails we perused the oddities and knickknacks that adorned the free surfaces, such as giant hourglasses and antique Encyclopedia Britannica's. The Garret also sells the eccentric art hanging on its interior walls; leave with the taste of a great cocktail in your mouth and a unique piece to add to your home under your arm.