The Speakeasy Tavern is a perfect example of what not to do when opening up a new drinking hole. With a name like Speakeasy, this could be such a cool themed-bar. They could have a front, where patrons walk in and have to say the password (hell, the password could be "Where's the Speakeasy?" for all I care), and then they are let into a back room full of drinking and debauchery and illicit activity, but they don't. In fact, the one attempt they have at carrying out the theme is a Tommy gun hanging from the ceiling on a string. Whoopdy-doo. This may seem inconsequential to some, but even the light fixtures were more prison than prohibition. No, The Speakeasy Tavern is actually a bar at odds with itself. They have all the fanciness inside of a more "upscale" place like Deja Vu or Ravens, but none of the style. We walked in during game 7 of the Stanley Cup, but they instead had on first Music Choice and then later wrestling. I only had one drink the whole two hours I was in here, and that's because the LIT I ordered was so bad (it tasted like drinking Pledge) that all I could do was sip it to keep from gagging. Now, don't get me wrong, The Speakeasy has a few things going for it. They have a pretty decent selection of bottled beers, and in the back they have a dartboard, foosball, and the ubiquitous Golden Tee. They also have the advantage of being both next door to The Bar and across the street from the Performing Arts Center. Of course, if they don't do something to quickly to bring in some business, chances are they could see the end very soon.