(Don't!) Name Your Favorite Smokeasy
This one's been on the tip of our toungues for a couple of years now. With the 2003 smoking ban in New York City bars, it was inevitable that an underground society of permissive establishments would - and did - evolve.
In the spirit of Prohibition-era speakeasies, a small percentage of New York bars and clubs are known among regular patrons to look the other way after a certain hour...long-forgotten ashtrays suddenly reappearing on bar-tops; that distant-yet-familiar haze returning as if to say 'the insanity is only temporary, we'll all come to our senses soon enough...relax, you're among friends..."
It happened Friday night in a very local place, in the shadow the Williamsburg bridge. And we've seen it in the depths of Red Hook, on the avenues of Park Slope, and in the fringes of Chinatown.
Tell us: are there smokeasies in Midtown? In Queens? The Upper West Side? What about other states - and even countries? Are there conscientious objectors elsewhere?
Please don't mention the establishments by name! We wouldn't want to spoil the fun. But go ahead, stay inside where its warm; belly up to the bar; light up, and tell us your smokeasy story...