we've all seen them in the black & white s of the prohibition generation. the plays out like this: a unadorned couple knocks on a unadorned heavy door off a quiet boulevard or alley. a difficult man with a stubbly beard and a cigar clenched between his opens a unadorned small door set throughout the door friends out and growls "what is the er?" just one of the folks in search of entrance stutters out a unadorned reply & the door swings open an epic party entire with people doing a unadorned full of life charleston whilst enthusiastically downing bath gin. entryways.
psst. keep it underneath your hat however speakeasy grilles are still round and they're as sensible as they are filled with character.