Dieselpunks.org | May 18, 2013
*KNOCK KNOCK* ”Yea?” “Umm…my friend, uh, ‘Larry’, says this is a good place to visit.” “Larry’s right. Come on in then, pal…”
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Shhhh! Don’t tell nobody, but the Cap’n knows the place a guy or gal can get a drink. I ain’t talkin’ coffee, folks, but the good stuff, the real McCoy! Volstead may be in vogue on Main Street, but here at the Cabaret we know just where to go. Follow us down the alley. That non-descript door in the back? Yea, that’s the place!
Might not be the Ritz, but it’s got the juice. Call it a Blind Pig, a Blind Tiger, a Watering Hole, or a Speak-Easy, the back-room bar is becoming the place to go under the tyranny of the 18th Amendment.
And strange as it might seem, this ain’t your pappy’s pub! Gone are the days of the old smokey room of beer-swilling blue collar men playing cards and drinking away the baby’s milk money. This is a hip new joint where - squares beware! – Anything Goes, as the great Cole Porter likes to say. Flapper girls in short dresses smoking (yes, smoking!) and drinking, dapper Dans hoisting a cocktail of top quality gin made from the finest bathtub distillery, Hot Jazz, roulette, and raucous laughter…an event the whole family can enjoy, assuming you’ve got one swingin’ family!
I tell ya, pal, this place is the bee’s knees, the cat’s meow, the be-all and end-all finer-than-frog-hair party of the new century!
The Treasury Department may not like it, but we do. And if they want to make criminals and scoff-laws out of the majority of the American people…well, that’s just the way it’s going to be!
So, hang out and hoist a few, pally…the Cap’n sure will! And in the words of tonight’s lovely performer, the wildly talented (and talentedly wild) Bessie Smith, “Tain’t Nobody Business if I Do!”
So, belly up to the bar and have a cocktail. I recommend the Dorflinger, which adds a splash of even-illegal-before-Volstead absinthe and some orange bitters to help smooth the, ahem, rough edges of our home-made gin.