I Watched a couple slip down a neat alleyway alongside a white fence and decided to follow them, at a distance of course.
I was on a mission on behalf of Northshore readers to investigate a speakeasy, The Hidden Door, that had appeared mysteriously on social media a few months back, with dark, moody pictures of alluring cocktails and no address. Anywhere.
By the time I turned the corner, they had vanished! I spied a pair of sad plastic patio chairs and a matching table. They were not giving off trendy cocktail bar vibes, but lights were on in a vestibule at the end of the walk.
Peering through, David Wondrich’s essential guide to classic American cocktails, leaning against a copy of Could this be a clue?
