The Speakeasy is a strange little place in the suburbs that has a tight knit, older crowd that all seem to be living or working in the suburbs and constantly frequenting the place.
In the back, there's a gigantic albino fish with half its tail missing (almost a stump, I'd say) crowding the other fish in the tank. I look at it when I go in and sip my moderately-expensive vodka tonic (I get strange looks for not ordering a beer, but the place also seems...somewhat classier than a blatz can bring it...). Oh well. It's a pretty good joint.